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ashensgrotto · 1 month

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Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Vil Schoenheit

Vil is a combination yandere - he is both a studdle stalker type, but also a projection type. Of course, in his youth, he was an up-and-coming movie star… famous for the villainous roles he played. This caused a lot of grief in his childhood, not to mention some of the trauma he had endured from other children who believed everything they saw on the big screen - thinking it was real, even though it was just special effects and players playing their roles on the stage. And, even though Jack Howl became the closest thing he had to a friend, there was nothing that he could do to shake the fear of wanting to be ‘the good guy’, the ‘hero’... to be the most beautiful of all.

As a junior in Night Raven, Vil and the rest of Pompfiore were just as shocked as the rest of the school when you appeared. At first, Vil was not interested in what you may have to offer - but ever faithful Rook was the one to point out certain features you had; soft cheeks, a creamy complexion, eyes wide and filled with wonder - not to mention a figure that would’ve had some acting agencies dying for; you almost reminded him the the princess the fairest queen had raised years ago. Vil was reluctant, but stepped forward and offered the headmage a place for you to stay in Pomfiore until you could return home.

It was at this point that Vil realized that you were more than what you appeared. Whatever he asked of you, you did it - to nearly perfection. Scrub the ballroom flooring? It shone brighter than diamonds when you were done. Wipe down the windows? Clear as crystals. Tend to the gardens around the dormitory? Neat and tidy without a single flower or bush out of line. This, of course, caused Vil to backpeddle a little bit - if anyone from outside the dorm found out about how well you followed instructions (specifically a certain lion or scheming octopus), there would be trouble. Hence, Vil decided to try and keep you close, luring you in like the villain he was always meant to play.

He learned quickly that your home in your world was… chaotic. You often traveled back and forth between two families, plus your grandparents. If you had a choice in the matter - you would’ve stayed with your father and your stepmother full time as your mother and her on-again-off-again boyfriend often mistreated you. You were in charge of the cooking, cleaning, and caring for the home while under your mother’s care and were often trapped in her home more times out of the year. Vil had remembered about Niege LeBlance’s situation when the two stars were children - he could sympathize with your situation - and decided to take you under his wing. Vigorous training began shortly thereafter, and you soon found yourself secured under Vil’s thumb. You, along with Epel, were put through beauty regimens regularly, vocal and annunciation lessons followed classes and chores, and fashion and gossip columns replaced your books at night; and if either of you tried to escape or slip out of something, ever faithful Rook brought you straight back to Vil - a disapproving scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest, and heeled foot tapping, looking very much like a disapproving mother.

With the arrival of spring and the fast approaching date of the Cultural Fair, Vil’s energy became more focused on the SDC - working long hours into the night perfecting the team for the competition. You did try to help sooth much of the stress that had fallen on the headwarden and offered your assistance in any way you could, Grim acting as your assistant under the watchful eye of Rook. It was also here that things slowly began to take a turn for the worst - after the mention of Neige LeBlance, Vil had begun turning to his phone more often, asking it every day who was the most beautiful of all. Mira always answered… Neige LeBlance.

The last straw was when you and Rook attempted to stop him from poisoning Neige, the vice warden ordering Neige to run and evacuate the premises. The other members of the team rushing in at the sound of Rook’s shouting. Vil couldn’t forgive himself for what he had attempted to do… he was as ugly as the poison that he created. If only he was the fairest… if only Neige LeBlance hadn’t walked into his life again… if only you could understand what it meant to be… the fairest one of all…

Idia Shroud

Idia would also be a combination type yandere - possessive and clingy on a short list, with subtle stalker on the longer list. Not that anyone can blame him of course - his childhood was spent in it’s entirety on the Island of Woe, the next Shroud in line to take up the mantle as the Watchman of the Underworld. He, and his little brother Ortho, were the only children that lived in the facility, spending their days playing video games, reading manga and comic books, as well as creating original characters of their own. However, tragedy struck when the two boys snuck out of their room during a routine lockdown and one of the phantoms possessed the younger brother - Idia’s grief and self-blame pushed him away from others, even after he was able to reunite with his brother… in a technological sense.

Years later, during his junior year at NRC, Idia was surprised when Ortho volunteered to bring you into Ignihyde - as many other students were. When Idia demanded an explanation - Ortho explained the scan he did on you indicated that you had a lot of the same qualities as many of Ignihyde's students. What a drag - but what's done is done, and Idia found himself, not only in charge of a dorm, but an unexpected guest as well.

For the first few months, Idia holed himself up in his room - trying to avoid an encounter with the ‘normie’ of the dorm; the magicless guest of Ignihyde. Ortho attempted over and over again to get him to come out and meet the new member, telling him all about how interested you were in manga comics, fantasy RPGs, and the like - but Idia always refused… until one night during a routine midnight snack run, he ran into you. You were smaller than he expected you to be, the dorm’s heavy leather jacket baggy over your form - also swapping the typical heavy denim jeans and boots for leggings and slippers. Idia was even more surprised when you offered him a large roll of chocolate chip cookies you had picked up from the school store, a smile on your face, “Hello, I’m (y/n). You must be Idia, right?”

And following that first encounter, Idia slowly began to warm up to you. He was drawn to your sassiness and imagination, especially when the two of you talked about video games - Idia even went as far as to introduce you to his online friend, Muscle Red - the gamer excited about having another runner in the mix for events.

However, what no one knew was that Idia slowly began to worm his way into your online presence. He hacked into your computer that Ortho had provided for you and watched when you were online, who you interacted with, and what you talked about. At first, Idia reasoned it was a way to get to know you - the best way to find out the internal workings of someone was to figure out about the mask you wore, right? But even so, the real pusher was when he was spying on a chatroom you were a part of and one member began insulting you - saying that you weren’t really a gamer, that you didn’t know anything about online gaming, or anime, and that you were a fake… a ‘normie’. If Idia had been standing next to you, you would have seen his typical calm blue hair turn red hot - hotter than the flames of Tartarus. No one was going to get away with calling his friend a ‘normie’ - magicless or not.

In the months that followed, Idia began to slowly attach himself to you - spending more time in your presence than ever before. Then, when he was summoned back to the Island of Woe to test the students that had overblotted, he brought you along with him, keeping you close as each test was conducted, examined, and recorded. The look on your face and the questions you asked him, yes, brought him joy.. But also made him worry - what did you think of him now that you knew what he was doomed to become? Would you eventually end up like Ortho because of his mistakes? Idia didn’t want to think about that… but even so, to be free of his responsibilities… to not have to be the caretaker of the Phantoms any longer… to reset the world… maybe then, you would be safe…

Malleus Draconia

Malleus follows the same combination style - he’s definitely the obsessive, the stalker, and possessive style. Living in Briar Valley, it’s no secret that as the next in line it is his duty to help provide an heir that will take over for him when the time comes. As his mother and father had loved each other before him, Malleus often wished for the same kind of companionship that they had - however it is hard with Lilia away caring for a young human and Sebek, hence the only thing Malleus has is the comfort of his dreams. He dreams a lot, images of a fair young human traveling through the forests of Briar Valley playing in his mind - Malleus far too fearful to approach.

Many years later - during his junior year at NRC - Lilia informs him of a strange individual that has arrived - a magicless guest that is to be taking residence within the Ramshakle dorm that was on the school campus. Of course, Lilia had known about Malleus’ tendency to spend quiet nights in the dorm, listening to the sounds of the old building creek, the windows rattling against the wind… the silence and stillness of the place. Even so, Malleus does continue to travel to the dorm at night, walking around the premises like a dragon guarding his hoard. One night, however, he encounters you - the child of man with no magic abilities whatsoever - and is surprised by how easily you talk to him, without any fear in your eyes, even more so when you nickname him ‘Tsunotarou’. It slowly becomes a habit for him, heading to the Ramshakle dorm each night daily to spend time with you and talk to you - the first friend he has outside of the protection of Silver and Sebek.

Malleus often sends Lilia to keep an eye on you, much to the chagrin of Sebek - the elder warming up to you and sharing everything he finds interesting with you with his charge - how you love visiting the other dorms, spending time with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, the struggles you encounter… never mind each of the overblot incidents that cause destruction and harm. Malleus then uses the reports to gain your trust, always lending out a hand to help when needed and offering comfort when there was none to be had. You slowly became his secret treasure - something he wanted to hide away, to protect endlessly until the end of your days.

But still… to a fae, a hundred years can pass in the blink of an eye… a thousand years was just the same way… And when the revelation of Lilia’s powers slowly depleting became noticeable, Malleus became lost for words. He was losing the closest thing he had to a father… and you were close to finding a way back to your world. He couldn’t allow that - he couldn’t lose anyone that was close to him.

When the others attempted to stop him - Malleus easily overpowered them. After all, he is one of the top five mages of the world - his power as a Draconia was more than enough to defeat an army, let alone students in a magic school. With ‘Fae of Maleficence’ casted, darkness covered the school - pulling everyone into slumber and keeping them as they were indefinitely. Everyone could be the protagonist of their own story… everyone could be happy… to live in their current state… and he would never be alone again…

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tricksheart · 6 months

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JJK verse ( Eiha!! Up ) [ still WIP ]

Takes after Strikers. Akira is a 3rd year but still 17 in this verse. He gets transfer back to Tokyo in the fall, due to his parents working overtime and they don't want Akira all by himself even though Morgana is with him.

Still lives in LeBlanc with Sojiro and has his powers, just in different ways ( see my other posts for more information about various techniques and weapons Akira has in his possession ). Goes to Tokyo Jujutsu High but is allowed to wear his Shujin or Seven Sisters uniform as the facility don't have a outfit for him to wear at the moment as it takes months for one to come in his size.

Akira still wears his glasses as usual but doesn't wear them in special occasions, like watching fireworks or using the sauna like in his previous times in Tokyo. He still goes by Kurusu instead of Amano-Suou mainly because once again, he doesn't want anything to do with his parents, even Maya, because they once again shipped him off, this time without Yaldabaoth's / Shido's interference.

The higherups of the Jujutsu high wanted to keep an eye on the ex-phantom thief and pulled some strings to make sure Akira was kept under a watchful eye ( ironic because he himself has his third eye ability ).

He thinks Gojo-sensei is cool unlike most of the rest of the school. Mostly cool, relaxed, calm, Akira still has a little bit of rebellious and angry nature to him. Most people tend to avoid him but Akira is able to make friends with Yuji, Yuta, and Toge.

Akira has a major crush on Maki Zenin and he's always shouting out his love for her, even if the actions make him look cringe. He gets second hand embarrassment afterwards when he goes back out of his lovesickness ( usually with Maki accidently beating him up and to snap out of it ). Akira is working on how to deal and keep in check these feelings, as they are something that is new to him.

His Grade as a sorcerer is Semi-Grade 1 and his weapon Grade is Grade 4. Akira is constantly trying to improve both scores but is more worried about his lack in weapon variations.

Akira's ancestors have been around since the Sengoku period, which is an Imaginary Legend made possible from Nyarlathotep, in which Akira is a cursed vessel ( before, his uncle Tatsuya Suou bore the curse on his hand instead but now Akira has inherited the Eternal Punishment ), just like with Yuji and a few others. Nyarlathotep dictated a poem to Tatsuya Sudou and made him believe that it was a prophecy from Maian aliens. Sudou then conversely passed it to Akira's uncle Jun's dad, Akinari Kashihara, so he could add it to the supposedly mystical tome he was writing, In Lak'ech. In reality, the events in the story were bogus and nonsensical, but were being transformed into reality by Nyarlathotep and his minions in order to cheat his bet with willpower, showing that humanity would ultimately destroy itself.

Akira agrees to be a sorcerer to make sure his mother doesn't come to harm, otherwise if she dies, the whole world does with her, just like in the Tsumi reality. JJK like with all of the Persona 2 EP events and onwards take place in the Batsu reality. His bad reputation proceeds him, with most other perceiving Akira as a no good thug or player unless they take the time to get to know him like Maki, Toge, Yuji, Yuta, and Gojo sensei.

He thinks Sukuna's mindset, personality, and ideals are laughable and out of touch with the world today, thinking the curse guy is beginning to stagnate, something Akira himself can't stand in the slightest. Doesn't interact that much and when Akira is in the same area as the curse king, treats Sukuna like he's not even there, as if Akira becomes a non-sorcerer in those situations, imaginary wise of course. Corrects Sukuna all the time in asking to call Akira a butterfly instead of a worm, ( in which technically they are the same but you know, velvet room and all that jazz) .

#long post cw #[ eiha up!! jujutsu kaisen verse ]#yay more trivia / info woo!!#insects cw

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sandbees · 3 years

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Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.

Well, let me put in some headcannons then:

Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.

So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.

So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“

And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.

Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:

Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”

Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.

I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”

Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.

Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!

Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.

But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.

He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.

Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.

Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...

Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.

I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.

Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.

Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.

That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.

This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?

Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!

Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.

It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”

Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???

Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!

And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.

Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.

Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.

Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.

What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.

Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother” dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.

Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.

He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-

Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.

So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)

Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.

They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)

Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.

Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.

Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.

Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)

Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland yuu #house of mouse au #Disney characters #ask #aladin #alice in wonderland #lion king #little mermaid #snow white #hercules disney #sleeping beauty

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uselesslesbiab · 3 years

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Belated Bday post for best boy Ryuji!!! Here’s pretty much all my little headcanons/analysis/observations about his character because I love him!!!

(Yes some of these are me projecting onto him mind your business)

Ryuji has a teddy bear that he’s had since he was a baby. He used to hold onto it for comfort whenever he was hiding from his father and he still pulls it out if he’s having a rough day. The teddy bear’s name is Huggles.

Ryuji suffers from undiagnosed ADHD. His mother took him to a couple doctors as a kid but he never got a diagnosis because they either couldn’t afford to see a psychiatrist or they didn’t have time to follow up because his mother works 2 jobs

As a result of his ADHD he suffers from chronic muscle pains due to a lack of dopamine. He mostly feels it in his shoulder and pectoral muscles which is why he rolls out his shoulder a lot in idle animations. After Kamoshida broke his leg he suffered chronic pain there as well due to both the dopamine deficiency and him not being able to afford proper physical therapy after the injury.

His mood swings are another result of his ADHD. It’s difficult for him to control his emotions (i.e anger, embarrassment, excitement, happiness) so he tends to over-express himself to the point where other people are annoyed or put off by his behavior.

He works out because that’s often the only thing he can really focus on. The first time he noticed a hint of abs showing he was totally ecstatic and doubled down on his workouts for the next week but ended up hurting himself in the process.

He tried a bunch of team sports throughout his childhood but he had so much energy that he could never slow down long enough to think and cooperate with his teammates. This is why track ended up being perfect for him.

Ryuji loves hard. He’ll be willing to lay down his life for someone he’s known for like a week. You could call him at 3 am to ask him to help you move your couch because you’re in a manic episode and can’t sleep until you rearrange all your furniture and he’ll be on his way with energy drinks and your favorite flavor of chips at the drop of a hat.

Ryuji is very physically affectionate and gives great hugs. Futaba lets him scoop her up in a bear hug when she’s having a bad day and he’s happy to oblige. Ryuji and Ann will often just subconsciously be touching in some way any time they’re hanging out. Most of the time they’ll be chilling on the couch and she’ll be lazily draped across him or he’ll lay his head in her lap while she scrolls on her phone. They’re very comfortable around each other.

Ryuji volunteers to assistant coach a boy’s soccer team the summer after Ren goes home and discovers that he loves working with kids. Coaching quickly becomes his passion and he decided to work on making it a career for himself. The kids adore him of course and admire his hair and hang all over him while he tells jokes and encourages them to have fun and try their best. He brings the best snacks and if they lose he’s always there to cheer them up.

His mother has some moderate health problems that she really needs to take care of but she can’t because she’s always had to work to support herself and Ryuji. The reason Ryuji drops everything to go help his mom all the time is because he knows she needs the help and won’t ask for it. He feels incredibly guilty for all the stress he’s caused her and wants to succeed in life so she doesn’t have to take care of him anymore. He secretly saved most of the money he got from phantom thievery to help pay off her debts. She took the money out of necessity, but still doesn’t know where he got it all from.

Ryuji is actually partially deaf from the explosion in Shido’s palace. His hearing is getting worse and worse as time goes on and it scares him. He worries that one day hearing aids won’t be enough and he’ll have to learn sign language. However, he doesn’t regret his decision for a second and would risk his life again for his friends given the opportunity.

Bonus: Ship headcanons for each of the PTs with Ryuji (excluding Morgana of course)

Ren and Ryuji like to watch movies together. Ryuji’s a huge fan of The Cake Knight franchise and Ren loves to listen to him ramble on excitedly about the lore and characters. Ren likes renting the crappiest movies he can find at the rental store and laughing at them with Ryuji. These two are chaotic and dumb and in love and get each other into trouble a lot. Sojiro came to Leblanc one morning and Ryuji was stuck in the doorway in one of those fake sumo wrestler suits while Ren was desperately trying to push him out from the other side. Basically they’re perfect for each other. and then they kith

Ryuji and Ann in a romantic relationship wouldn’t be too different from their platonic relationship. They’re still super physically affectionate and they still tease the hell out of each other. They eat out all the fucking time because Ann can’t cook and she won’t stop cuddling Ryuji so he can get up and cook. Peak dumbasses together. and then they kith

Ryuji constantly compliments Yusuke and feels so damn lucky to have him. He and Yusuke try to just sit in comfortable silence together and do their own things but eventually Ryuji will get bored and want to run around. He drags Yusuke with him to get the boy some damn sunlight for once in his life. Ryuji makes sure that Yusuke eats every day and drinks enough water because he gets so in the zone when he’s drawing or painting. and then they kith

Ryuji and Makoto are the crazy workout couple. Honestly Ryuji likes a girl who will take charge and tell him what to do because he never knows what’s going on. Makoto will do the smallest thing for him that he’s been putting off forever like take that one shirt to the dry cleaners and he’ll just fall in love. They balance each other out well with their work hard and play hard mentalities respectively. and then they kith

Futaba and Ryuji go to each other’s houses just to nap together. They game together sometimes too but Ryuji always gets crushed anyway. Ryuji pushes Futaba to get out of the house more and actually makes her exercise because it’s good for her health. Futaba feels safest with him out in public because people tend to be put off by his looks and therefore won’t get so close to the two of them (delinquent looking bf go brrrr). and then they kith

Ryuji and Haru are the most wholesome couple you’ll ever meet. Haru’s very touch starved from her childhood and Ryuji is Ryuji so they match well together. Ryuji has a surprisingly good green thumb and loves hearing Haru talk about her plants and things she wants to grow for her future cafe. She thinks he looks really handsome in suits so she buys them for him a lot. Accompanying Haru to business events can be a little uncomfortable sometimes but he loves being a trophy boyfriend and takes full advantage of the free food. and then they kith

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #ryuji sakamoto #this was really fun to make Ryuji is one of my favorite characters of all time #throwing in some ships for the simps out there #honestly you could ship Ryuji with almost anyone and it would work #the only one I don’t really see is Futaba but I wrote for them anyway because I don’t dislike it #me adding “and then they kith” at the end of every ship hc: ah yes peak comedy #long post #phantom thieves

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nengojo · 3 years

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Could we please get some relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru?

i kinda went overboard and wrote more than I expected... but i am a sap for relationship hcs!! also saw that 4/23 is makoto’s bday, which is very cool and convenient for me hehe ,, hope you like this <33

word count: 1.549 warnings: SLIGHT STORY SPOILER IN HARU'S PART tags/genre: fluff, just all of it

requests are open!

Takamaki Ann

She loves to pamper you. Be it buying you stuff, treating you her favorite desserts, or staying over at your place and dressing you up with cute outfits. You try to do the same for her and she enjoys it as well.

A LOT of PDA, though it’s not over the top. She’d pepper kisses all over your face whenever she’s excited. Or always bury her face in your neck whenever she needs to be closer to you.

Even though Ann hasn’t dated anyone before you, she definitely learned and read up on how to be the best girlfriend. Probably read those relationships magazines (she denies it though)

Ann prefers simpler dates at the park or karaoke, but she wouldn’t mind making reservations for fancier restaurants if there’s an occasion. Would definitely choose buffets over the 5-star restaurant though.

Speaking of occasions, she’s the type to have celebrations for every little thing you guys do together as a couple. It can range from monthsaries, your first beach date, or your first night together. Ann keeps trinkets with her from every date you two go on.

Ann always has you on her mind. If she sees a new cheesecake shop, she buys it thinking that you would enjoy sharing it with her. When she saw cute phone charms, she bought a pair so you and her would have a “couple-y” item.

Would be into double dates, she doesn’t say it, but it definitely comes from her competitive side of showing off. Ann wants everyone to know she’s dating the best person ever. 💕

Introduces you to her parents through Skype. Ann says she couldn’t wait till her parents come back from their trips, so you could properly meet them. She quells your nervousness by saying that they already approved of you.

Petnames are minimal, but it’s very sweet when she does use them with you. You think it’s because she enjoys the flustered expression on your face when she calls you “baby” or “sweetie”.

Ann’s just a proud girlfriend! Be ready to be treated like the royalty you are, as you made her feel her worth once more.

Niijima Makoto

Similar to Ann, she values your relationship and you greatly. Makoto would be careful as possible around you. Always tending to your needs, mindful of what she says and does around you. There’s constant communication between you and her.

Probably would overheat out of embarrassment if she tries to cling onto you when in public, so hand-holding and touching knees while sitting together is enough for her.

Makoto DEFINITELY researched every possible tip and ‘guide’ on how to be the perfect girlfriend. You insist that she doesn’t need to incorporate all those into your relationship, saying that she’s perfect as the way she is.

With all that studying though, she actually sets up the best dates for you two. She always invites you to a newly-opened restaurant or gets the best seats whenever there’s a film showing nearby.

That said, she still prefers dates in secluded areas, places similar to Leblanc. She has this favorite nature trail that she found out about in dating forums and would take you there on nightly walks, talking about everything and nothing.

Makoto doesn’t announce your relationship to others, thinking that it’s better if people found out naturally. She likes the look on people’s faces when she admits to having a significant other while she acts all innocent and pure about it.

Her sister would openly confront her about your relationship, but Sae is lowkey super supportive of you and her. She says it’s good that someone is at Makoto’s side when she isn’t there.

She acts composed around others, but you’re the only one she lets see her vulnerable side. You tell her it’s adorable that you can easily tease her. (please don’t tease her too much or she’ll implode from being too flustered)

Makoto would think she’s too mature for petnames, but you don’t hold it against her, especially when she says your name with so much love in her voice every time.

Makoto is an observant girlfriend! She says it’s because she wants you to know that she genuinely cares and that she’s grateful to be yours.

Sakura Futaba

Futaba’s relationship with you feels natural from the start, despite her insistence that she would suck being a girlfriend. You reassure her at the start that she would do great with little to no effort, and she does :)

Wouldn’t even think twice about PDA, She feels safe and secure when she’s closer to you, so the more contact, the better. If she could, Futaba would shamelessly cling onto your back like a koala. (and you’d let her)

She says that experience is the best teacher, so she went into your relationship completely blind. The whole thing had its setbacks; she tried to kiss you out of nowhere one time, since “that’s what couples do, right?” You told her that there was no rush, and she was grateful for that.

She’s a fast learner though, and it manifests in her innocent but sincere gestures. When she thinks that you’re sad, she tells you jokes or shows you a meme she liked on her phone. Futaba thinks that whatever makes her happy, might cheer you up too.

Absolutely loves talking about her interests to you, because she knows that you would never judge her or question what she likes. You enjoy being on the listening side, since the way Futaba lights up is enough for you.

Alternatively, she’s a very active listener whenever you would talk about your day or share something about your interests. Futaba encourages you to tell her more about it, and on her own time, she learns about your said interests so she can participate in the conversations better.

In terms of interests, she convinced you to play video games with her (if you don’t already play) and it’s already a date for the two of you. Dates always involve either trips to Akihabara, arcade hopping, or the park when she wants quiet times with you.

Sojiro enjoys seeing you two interact whenever you guys stop by at Leblanc. When Futaba was in the restroom, he whispered to you saying that he hasn’t seen Futaba this energetic ever since she was a kid. That meant a lot to you.

She started calling you exaggerated names like “my lovely sweetheart babycakes” or “little fluffball whiskers”. Other than that, her favorite petname for you was “bub”, since she said the funny word fit you well. You love hearing it from her too.

Futaba is a heartfelt girlfriend! Your bond with each other has always been close, and now you get the chance to be closer.

Okumura Haru

Haru would be reserved from openly showing affection at the start, but you give her all the time and space she needs. She appreciates it greatly and reciprocates the effort in kind.

PDA is a no-no, although she does unknowingly flirt with you in the sweetest way. She has a way with words that makes the simplest compliment seem like the highest praise, and it’s enough to make you feel loved.

With her training for marriage, she obviously knows the basic aspects of a relationship. Taking care of you comes naturally to her, yet you were there to show her that she can receive the same amount of love that she readily gives to you.

You teased her about how she acts more like a mother to you, and she misunderstood and profusely apologized (poor sweetheart). Haru explains that she loves seeing you thrive and be happy, which in turn makes her happy.

It started as an innocent suggestion, but Haru wanted to write love letters to you from time to time. In most instances she would pass it onto you after a date, saying that you should read it when you get home. Other times she would quietly slip it in your bag as a surprise for you to find.

You’ve come to appreciate the craft that Haru puts into the letters. She always chooses the delicate papers, sometimes scented. And other letters had pressed flowers in the envelope. The most precious thing in the letter though was her confessions and affirmations.

Haru lets you choose your date locations since she wants to be more accustomed to city life. You once brought her to a conveyor belt sushi place, and you couldn’t handle the joy in your eyes when you saw her be fascinated about it. “It just moves in little trains! It’s so innovative and cute,” she says.

When you were closer with her, she opened up more about her father to you, even inviting you to visit the shrine dedicated to him in the mansion. That was the first time you saw her cry, and you promised yourself to do your best so you never have to see her like that again.

Romantic petnames suit her well, but she only uses them when you two are alone. Hearing Haru call you “my lily” or “my light” always caught you off-guard no matter how many times you have heard it.

Haru is a compassionate girlfriend! She treats you as delicately as she acts and you know that you’re in good hands with her, as she is with your own.

#persona 5 x reader #persona 5 imagines #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima #makoto niijima x reader #futaba sakura #futaba sakura x reader #haru okumura #haru okumura x reader #persona 5 x you #phantom thieves x reader #nenshcs #request #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAKOTO!! ur the best girl in my heart

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nightshadedawn · 3 years

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Persona 5 Royal Playthrough pt3

I ended up going through two Palaces before I could update y’all. Oh well.

...Yeah, no, quit calling me Miss Special Snowflake's boyfriend. It's not happening.

Ryuji, Morgana, and Yusuke having a conversation in the laundromat: "It's like he's our mom," says Ryuji... the mom friend.

Every time Morgana is like "I have to turn into a human so no one else can have Lady Ann!" then expects no one else to hear him makes me laugh. Like, bitch, no.

I have the restaurant in my Thieves Den 'cause I like it. Yusuke, Ryuji, and Morgana are there. They're so precious.

I got a three in a row Tycoon on cutthroat!!!

Ryuji and Ann just keep going "Shoulda figured" and other versions of the statement every time I win.

Ann just rejected Morgana's feelings HARD. I am happy.

Ryuji is too good, honestly. Why would anyone not like him? He's... He's always trying to build the team up, make them proud of themselves and what they've done. I will admit that he has his moments of being not a great human, but they're teenagers who were given absurd powers, so honestly, can you blame them?

I didn't know darts was an actual minigame! There's so many minigames. I'm so happy.

I don't like Akechi. I don't know why some people do. Like, his death scene was a bit... too late for a redemption for me, right after he tried to kill Joker, several times. His pain is understandable, but still... I can't.

Their "two sides of the same coin" also doesn't seem particularly fair. It's totally uneven in everything but color schemes.

Guys, GUYS, please, PLEASE decide whether you're going to react to my teasing or not.

"We don't have to deal with them directly," Ryuji says joyfully about the mafia. Oh you sweet, sweet, innocent child, if only you knew what I do.

I literally can't play this game around anyone else because I tend to yell "BABY!" to Ryuji, Ann, and Yusuke and "BITCH" or "FUCKER" to... a rather long list of villains in this game... and Makoto.

I can literally feel Yusuke's anxiety about his painting when you take him to Leblanc to see Sayuri.

How can you say Yusuke isn't gay when he says everything I do is beautiful?

I love Ryuji's 9th social link. It's LITERALLY written like a confession scene. This also means I kinda hate it because... I can't date him.

Also... PRETTY BOY RYUJI PRETTY BOY RYUJI PRETTY BOY RYUJI

I actually kinda thought that the new scene for Ryuji being a crossdresser is kinda funny??? Is this bad??? I wanna see him in a dress, tho. I gotta agree, he'd be a natural. Not the like, painfully obviously not taking it seriously from the dancing game, though.

Though I do think it's valid that he freaks out when two strange adults come up to him and try to take him somewhere, especially in a place known for being shady, and at night.

...When Ryuji complains about it, I do feel bad about ditching him. Then again, I blame the cat.

Ryuji may be my ideal type on paper, but I'm also highly attracted to Yusuke and this is so totally unfair.

*softly chanting* butlers butlers butlers butlers

Don't mind me just... *makes meticulous plot to avoid having Makoto join the team that i may or may not write a fanfic about*

Makoto is one dumbass bitch. Like, honestly, there's nothing she does that's in any way remotely smart.

...I thought I'd just skip Makoto's scenes until she became relevant, but here I am, still skipping her scenes. Does that mean she’s still irreleveant?

"Witch" I suggest, and Makoto complains! "Would you prefer "Bitch"? I can use that too.

I put Yusuke on the team in the middle of the palace through settings, replacing Morgana, who had been standing right behind me. Which made Yusuke stand right behind me. It looked like he was holding onto my waist and standing uncomfortably close. Bro, babe, I love you, but not in front of my boyfriend and girlfriend!

Just accept the compliment, guys, I'm not going to compliment Queen.

...Opening chests with Ann or Ryuji is just so sweet because they're so affectionate and touchy feely. Especially Ryuji.

Math. Fucking. Sucks. I should not have to use math in a game. I hate this. Obviously it's the Palace Makoto comes in that this happened.

Well, I finished the Palace in a day. I love the feeling. But it was getting close there. Joker and Yusuke were down to no spells...

...Yoshizawa hasn't showed up yet. When is she getting shoehorned in?

WHY IS THE VELVET ROOM RED!?

My very first playthrough I didn't execute a single execution except for the first one we have to do. It really screwed me over my second playthrough...

...I broke the electric chair. That's certainly something that happened.

147 games of Tycoon later and I've only been a beggar 31 times in total, versus the pure thirty wins in just Cutthroat.

They're in their summer uniforms and it makes make miss warmer weather already. It's fucking snowing outside. Grrrr.

Beat Kaneshiro! ...Wasn't a fan of his new boss battle. I'm even playing on safe mode! But whatever.

Makoto is a DISASTER at Tycoon. She exclusively got beggar all three times I played with her!

...RYUJI YOU CAN'T SAY SHIT LIKE THAT AND NOT LET ME DATE YOU.

Ann, sweeties, baby, you're doing so well.

She confessed to me, then in the call afterwards it was basically insinuated I proposed... WHICH IS LIKE FUCK YEAH 'CAUSE SHE ACCEPTED IT.

It makes me think of the future conversation where they're talking about marriage.

Anyway, if you haven't noticed, l love Ann.

My next playthrough I'm not gong to date her, though. I'm a completionist and I want ALL of the possible awards. But... I refuse to cheat on Ann. So I'll date everyone else then just hang with Ryuji... despite how cringy some of the date things are.

...If Akechi wasn't, you know EVIL and tried to KILL ME, SEVERAL TIMES, I might, MIGHT, like him. But in truth, I think that's really just the Persona 5: Revival talking. We get... into some stuff during that.

I know that either Atlus or the translators know EXACTLY what goes on in the Persona fandom because otherwise "He's too pretty to be wrong" would not be an option when talking to the newspaper girl about Akechi. I have to agree with her that his looks aren't really, you know, awesome enough for that.

Also, I read it as "He's too petty to be wrong" at first and I think that's an accurate sum of his character.

YO AKECHI-FUCK I HAVE NO NEED TO SEE YOUR ASS LIKE THAT WHEN I HAVE BOTH A BF AND AND GF.

...fucker fucking giving me shit about my fake glasses...

If you COULD date the boy out of mod, Akechi would definitely be the one they were pushing you to date. Like Makoto. Or Yoshizawa.

But hey, at least I get to not be nice to him.

I remember seeing this picture where Ann, Ryuji, and Joker kept going to the movies together and seeing 3D movies, and Joker couldn't wear the 3D glasses properly because of his own. I keep imagining that picture during this event with Caroline and Justine.

You know what? Some people call Joker a loli lover because of them, but nope! He's just adopted two more siblings. That is my stance on it.

FUcking

Fucker

WHAT THE FRRRRRRRR

FUCK YOU ATULS OR TRANSLATORS OR WHATEVER

APHRODITE AND MARS ARE FROM TWO DIFFERENT MYTHOS. Aphrodite is GREEK, Mars is ROMAN. Their reversed are VENUS and ARES. USE ONE OR THE OTHER PEOPLE.

I get very pissed about this, and it's worse with Hades.

7/4 is the day I am screaming at, if you were wondering.

My dad asked me if the other students think Joker's stupid because every time I answer a question right they get all surprised.

I don't really like Makoto, as I'm sure you've noticed, but she was super nice about Ryuji's special move idea. And that put her ahead of Akechi in my book.

TESTS ARE NERVE WRACKING EVEN WHEN THEY'RE FICTIONAL

Yusuke and Ryuji are good boys, the best boys. And they're so awesome about their special move.

AND RYUJI OFFERED MONEY FOR YUSUKE'S FOOD. And implied that he did it before???? Ryuji, you best boy.

This boys' outing DOES make me happy, though. Like, insanely happy. Dunno why.

Maybe because Joker gets to be so flipping cheesy.

...fuck you, Yoshizawa.

HONESTLY WHAT THE EVER LOVING--- Grr. Too many choices while with her. Too many. OOC Joker when with her. 0/10.

I LOVE THE FESTIVAL PHOTO

And you know, it's really hard to choose between Lala-chan and Ann, but... GONNA TAKE ANN ON A DATE

Got her some flowers. Lets see if we can give them to her this time!

"Such a good FRIEND." Babe, we're DATING. For like, TWO WEEKS NOW.

AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO GIVE HER FLOWERS

Ann called Yusuke a pretty boy, but then she's missing out on the REAL pretty boy, Pretty Boy Ryuji.

Ryuji, why're you so worried about other girls when you've got ME?

"I like the shade." "What are you, moss!?" Oh, admit it, Ryuji, I'm growing on you.

Cargona. Snrk. Gods, I love you, Ryuji.

Dome town with Ryuji! "Isn't it all couples?" That's the point!

I COULD GIVE RYUJI THE ROSES!?

Sadly, I bought those for Ann. Ryuji, you get the noodles.

AND HE FUCKING LOVED IT.

"It feels like I really captured Ryuji's heart!" FUCK YEAH I DID

Gonna give Yusuke the bracelet when I get the chance.

Why is everyone color coded in the chat room? Kawakami, Akechi, Mishima, and the reporter are all ORANGE. What's the point? Well, Akechi's more of a golden orange, but close enough.

While Mishima is not my first choice for a date, he's definitely not my last.

...But the boy really needs some fucking sleep. He's not drawn with the bags under his eyes, but I can see them!

It's not fair that they give Akechi a kicked puppy sprite. I'm... goddamnit, they're trying to make me not hate him.

When Makoto doesn't know something, I'm brought great joy.

NO DAD MAKOTO IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND ANN IS AND SHE IS LITERALLY R I G H T T H E R E

First day in Futaba's Palace! I've gotta say, this is my second favorite palace. Kamoshida, Futaba, Madarame, Sae, Okumura, Shido, Kaneshiro, Holy Grail. In that order. I HATE Kaneshiro's place and dealing with the Holy Grail. But whatevs, man. I love this game. (Vanilla, at least, this one is still on the fence)

I found out a cool little thing. On the uphill sand slopes in the town (don't know about anywhere else) if you're running and turn back quickly, Joker will do a little animation to steady himself. It was cool and made it seem, I dunno, more human? Anyway, while I was admiring this, Ryuji and Yusuke just stood at the top of the slope and Ann followed me while I was running. Best girlfriend ever.

Kin-Ki is looking pretty kin-ky if you know what I'm sayin'

Please don't murder me because I do terrible puns.

*we fall through the trap door* *Ryuji starts screaming* Same, baby, same.

...Makoto is seriously annoying. Like, she's got no business acting as familiar with Futaba's situation. The one who WOULD be the most familiar is Yusuke, and I'm glad he recognizes that. It's not the exact same, none of their stories are after all, but I feel like those two get each other better than even Ryuji and Joker understand each other.

Yusuke and Ryuji's special attack is THE BEST

Ryuji and Joker getting up close and personal in the shadows. All those fanfics coming true, man.

I thought Futaba was sloth, not wrath? Why are her Will Seeds called Wrath?

Beat it in one day! It's so satisfying to watch all those achievements when I leave the palace.

You know, I'm thinking of wearing the Christmas outfits for the final battle. Just to be kinda funny.

Spending a relaxing day with Yusuke after going through Futaba's Palace... kinda want to take him to the bathhouse to check out that new scene, but I also REALLY wanna feed the boy... gonna feed the boy.

Apparently I can only make 'decent curry.' Which is fine. Because "I" can't make curry at all. Joker, you've done much better than I.

THE DATE CHANGE SCREEN HAD A RAINBOW AND RYUJI WAS COMING OVER ON THE SAME DAY FUCK YEAH MY BISEXUAL BABY

...Broooooo, the way you talk about your manga is how I talk right before I start shipping.

Took him to the bathhouse, 'cause I don't gotta worry about Mama Sakamoto feeding him.

...Can I take Ann to the bathhouse?

Asked Ryuji to move in. He was all up for the idea until he remembered that I live in an attic.

I'm Charismatic now!

...I was all hoping Ann would stop by but then Akechi asked me out. Laaaaaaaame.

Ryuji's smile is so fucking cute.

...I say we just be honest, and everyone's so fucking stupid about it until Makoto explains it. This pisses me off. They're not that dumb... At least, they weren't until Makoto showed up.

Futaba's hiding in the closet. ...I've spent too many weeks making jokes about closets to not have a joke about it.

Really, Yusuke? You see those books and think she can't understand?

...Wait, that sassy tone of voice... You were TRYING to pull a reaction of her. I knew I shipped those two for a reason. OTP and BroTP. Doesn't matter, they're both awesome.

I love you Ann, but I don't think your situations were the same at all. It's not like both are valid and bad, but... different.

Joker is SO fast compared to the others, especially when he's speeding.

What the...

Holy fuck...

JOKER IS TOO EFFING COOL

THAT MOVE TO GET FROM THE ENTRANCE TO TO TREASURE DOOR? Awesome!

Damn, Joker has my heart too.

I kinda wish we could see Futaba's costumes in her Persona. That would be pretty neat.

The moment right before Wakaba appears is so aesthetically pleasing.

...Futaba being happy is almost enough for me to accept Maruki's offer, and I haven't gotten there yet.

Ryuji and Ann keep smacking each other out of their ailments. Like, you guys just love each other so much! It's awesome.

Joker has lackluster responses to Wakaba... I'm hoping that isn't one of those "Answer these wrong and you break her!" things... Not that I think I was, but still.

I liked Futaba's new animation for when she defied her mother.

I wish the anime looked more the cutscenes. I'm trying to rewatch the anime so I can pinpoint specific moments for future editing purposes, but it's kinda painful.

1- This is the SECOND TIME you've landed on Yusuke while running from trouble.

2- YUSUKE LET GO OF MY GIRL

No Makoto, I don't want to go see Futaba with you! I can go see her myself.

So, I like Takemi's new voice with her lines during this scene.

Sure, she collapses every so often and sleeps for a while. Stays like that for a few days. Sorry that I put her into a coma for a month, Boss...

SHE LOOKS SO CUTE WITHOUT GLASSES

Guys, we have a month. Stop worrying.

THE TWINS ARE SO CUTE WHILE HANGING ONTO THE BENCH PRESS

Damn, Joker's dying to the amusement of two little girls.

I'm kinda disappointed I didn't get results for all that training. But I liked the scene.

Yusuke just casually be lugging bigass paintings around.

Taking the girls to the church may have been one of the funnier moments. These cement them as Joker's little sisters. With Futaba. Damn, Joker, you got no brothers.

Yusuke promises to come by every day and we can tell him to take his clothes off. ATLUS, you have some EXPLAINING to DO.

..And Yusuke took it and ran with it. My sweet summer child, I don't think I could handle you in as little as possible on the day to day.

"The heat induced delirium made me think outside the box." Same.

Guts takes sooooooooooooo long to level up.

"Punish me more" he says, as if Takemi won't do it.

"Good god. Well, none of my medicine can cure THAT." AT LEAST WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME PAGE

BATHHOUSE WITH YUSUKE

Awe, he had fun. :)

#Persona 5 #akira kusuru #shuann #pegoryu #pegoryuann #persona 5 royal #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #Ryuji Sakamoto #Pretty Boy Ryuji

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korra-the-red-lion · 3 years

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Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 5: Killer Moves, Dude.

(Lyn)

I sighed deeply through my nose as I handed in my test. I legit have no idea how I did on it. Religion in Pop Culture was a fun class, but some of the material was challenging. I mumbled my thanks to the prof and hefted my bag over my shoulder as I headed out.

It’s been nearly 3 weeks since the shower incident. No other freaky shit had happened, so I guess it was just a hideously stupid prank. Our guess was it was one of the other teams just playing a prank on us, or the women’s soccer team. We were the only ones who would have been in the locker room at that time.

Still, the whispers and the strange looks were starting to get on my nerves. I normally would argue that I was an easy-going kind of person, but this kind of attention had made my mood sour as of late.

“Why the scowl, Lyn-Lyn?”

I glanced over when Loryn bumped hips, finding a little smile on her face.

“Just finished writing a test and heard yet another ‘bet they’re gonna lose the banner again’ whispers,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I swear, these people are making me want to commit bloody murder.”

“Aw, don’t let them get to you,” said Loryn, wrapping her arms around mine, “they ain’t worth it.”

“I know, I know. It’s just hard, you know?”

Loryn nodded. “Yup, totes. But seriously, Lyn, I have a good feeling about this year. I feel like barring any extreme accidents, we’re gonna kick Turner’s ass this year and win that banner.”

I finally cracked a real smile. “Loryn, you know you’re awesome, right?”

“I mean, obviously. That’s why everyone loves me,” she said with a cheeky grin.

I snorted, the tension finally leaving my body. I said goodbye to Loryn, who was heading to her next class as I headed to the pool to teach swim lessons.

Loryn was one of those people who just knew how to get under my skin, in a good way. We were frosh together, and ended up in the same res. When we both showed up for the rookie week, we had a good laugh about the coincidence and because fast friends. Loryn came from a family of four girls, which according to her meant she was ‘a-mazing at dealing with conflict’ and it was hard to bring her mood down. She was planning on going to school after this to become a middle school teacher, which I thought was awesome. I was lucky to have a good friend in her, because my first year here was… well, let’s just say I was going through some stuff.

I pulled off my shirt as I walked into the AC, waving to Hassan, who was working at the desk today. He was a really sweet guy on the Badminton team, and admittedly I used to have a huge crush on, so every now and then I liked to tease him when I went by.

He grinned as he waved back, and I snickered as I bounded down the stairs to head into the locker room. I could hear all the kids chatting and messing around in there as I punched in the password to the swim team’s locker room. Those sounds always brightened my mood, and by the time I was done changing, my mood was pretty much back to the usual Lyn Hart standard.

I stepped onto the pool, laughing as a couple of the kids immediately ran to my side. Hunter, Joy, Kevin and Morgan loved me and always raced over to tell me about their days or whatever else crossed their minds. I sat down on the pool edge as they all spoke over each other to be heard, and eventually I had to settle them down so I could start the lesson.

I hopped into the pool and demonstrated the skills they needed to learn for this week’s lesson. I always loved getting in with them and showing them how to do it right. Too often do I see the other instructors standing on the pool deck, not really engaging in teaching. I get it, it’s not for everyone, but sometimes it’s not about you, it’s about the kids. Some of these kids…swim practice is their escape, they need this. If you aren’t there to be supportive, then why are you here in the first place?

The lesson went by so fast, and it was time for our practice. I said goodbye to the little guys and quickly threw on my cap and goggles. Time to get this underway.

XXX

“Lyn?”

I looked up from my laptop bleary eyed. Kerry pulled out a chair and sat down next to me. “Yeah? Wassup?”

She sighed as she leaned back, pulling her leg up on the seat. “I know this is going to sound so utterly stupid, but I’m nervous about the meet this weekend. I just haven’t been in a great head space recently, and with all the drama surrounding us and Gunner, I guess I’m just feeling overwhelmed.”

“Hey,” I said, reaching over and taking her hand in mine, “that is not stupid at all. Don’t ever think how you feel is stupid, got it?”

Kerry gave a lopsided smile. “Thanks, Lyn.”

I smiled in return. “Always. Now, did you tell Emma about how you felt? Or Andrew?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I will, yeah. Just…I wanted to talk to someone else about it first. It’s one of those things where you know that once you talk to someone is like ‘oh, why’d you take so long to say something?’ but still take your time.”

“I totally get that. I tend to keep things all bottled up until it just explodes out, you know? Loryn is the only one who knows how to get it out of me. Remember at the Halloween Bash last year when I finally lost my shit and decked Frankie across the chin?” I shook my head in shame.

Kerry chuckled. “I have to admit though, Frankie deserved it. He was being such a dick.”

I smirked, thinking back to that night. Frankie probably did deserve it but resorting to physical violence was something I should avoid in the future.

All of a sudden, Matt popped out of nowhere. It was like he was using his twin sense to find Kerry. Honestly, it was cute. Kerry seemed to be the more sensitive of the two on the surface, but in reality, it was Matt. He was constantly checking in on Kerry and would seriously drop anything to make sure she was okay. Kerry and Gunner were in an on again off again relationship for the past 6 months, and clearly his drug incident was bothering her a lot more than she was letting on. Matt walked over and plopped down on the table.

“Did I miss anything important?”

“I was admitting to my undying love to your sister, and we’re running away together after the swim meet tomorrow to move to Calgary,” I said seriously. Kerry nodded solemnly beside me.

Matt rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. “How are y’all feeling about it, anyhow?”

I shrugged. “I mean, the first meet of the season. Feeling a little nervous, but otherwise same as always.”

“Ah, the Stonewall Lyn is coming back out to play, huh?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” I said with a whine, slumping onto the table. “It’s not like I’m impenetrable.”

“No, that much is obvious,” said Kerry with a smirk. Matt burst into laughter as my ears got hot. I reached over and squeezed Kerry’s arm, causing her to jokingly squeal in pain.

Someone yelled at us to shut up, and we all quieted down guiltily. Sometimes I forget that you still had to be quiet in the library. Matt slipped off the table and pulled out his own laptop, and the three of us decided to do our homework together.

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My head burst through the water as I took a breath. I could barely hear them all shouting at me to go faster, that I was only close behind Sophie LeBlanc from Turner University. We both hit the wall and I pushed off, kicking hard. I could see in the corner of my eye that we were neck and neck for the final 25 meters. Sophie was faster than me, but I had more endurance. The 200 Fly was where I shined. My hands smacked against the wall and I immediately looked up to check the clock. A huge grin broke out on my face when I saw the number 1 next to my name. Sophie smiled at me and I reached over the lane rope to give her a hug.

“Good swim,” I huffed out.

“You too,” she breathed heavily.

I pulled myself out and shakily walked over to where the team was waiting, clapping me on the back. Maddie handed me my towel and I listened to Coach Jacob point out some things I did well and things I could work on, nodded when I needed to. He clapped me on the shoulder and sent me to the warm down pool.

I hopped in and swam a couple of laps lazily, to get that lactic acid moving out of my system. I stopped at the wall and watched Kerry swim her 50 Breast, cheering as she hit the wall for a turn. Despite her initial nerves, she was on fire this meet.

I swam back to the other end of the warm down pool and jumped out. I quickly threw on my swim parka and sweatpants, not wanting to get cold. The relay was the last event, and I needed to be ready to swim the Fly sprint. I walked over to where Emma, Maddie, and Tammy were, getting each other pumped up.

Emma huddled us together and closed her eyes. “Alright, you psycho bitches, we’re going to kill this relay. We’re not going to let Turner or Francois step all over us this year. You girls are seriously some of the best people I’ve ever had the joy of swimming with. Wolves on 3. 1, 2, 3!”

We all shouted “WOLVES” and hurried over to the starting block. Maddie chucked all her stuff into the box behind the timer’s chairs and waited for the whistle blow before hopping into the water. A jolt of nervous energy shot through my system as the buzzer went off, and so did the swimmers. I tossed all my stuff off too and slapped my arms and legs as part of my good luck ritual. I spared a glance over at Sophie, who gave me a cheeky smile before getting settled herself.

Maddie was fast approaching the wall, and Tammy was raring to go. She dove in the second Maddie’s fingertip brushed the wall, her form as beautiful as always. I shouted with the others as loudly as I could, before getting onto the block myself. Tammy was slicing through the water, looking as awesome as she did. I know she was exhausted from her 50 Breast swim from earlier, but it didn’t show at all as she kept pace with the others. Tammy’s hands slammed into the wall and I dove in, kicking as hard as I possibly could and fell into a mad rhythm, trying to keep pace with Sophie and Megan from Francois University. My lungs were screaming for air by the time I hit the wall for my turn, and I took a quick breath. My body was already in agony from my earlier swims, but I had to push through that for them. I hit the wall hard and Emma dove in. Maddie helped me out as I struggled to catch my breath. Emma was already halfway down the pool when I got out, trying my best to cheer for her despite my lack of oxygen. Kim Hawks from Turner was one of the best freestyle sprinters in the province, and while Emma was good, she wasn’t as good as Kim. I just hoped that we did enough to stay in the race.

Emma slammed her hand against the wall, and we all looked at the timer on the wall, holding our breaths. Turner popped up in the number 1 spot, unfortunately. But Mount Seamus showed up in the number 2 spot right after and we cheered. Maybe it wasn’t first, but yeah, beating Francois felt pretty damn good. We helped Emma out of the pool and held each other for a minute. I could feel the pride oozing off of us, and that was amazing. The points all mattered in the end, but right now, we did good.

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Mondays after a swim meet were always the hardest. You were exhausted and spent the whole Sunday evening catching up on any work you were behind on. The only thing nice about them was morning practice was cancelled.

I yawned my whole way through my Asia World History course, even though it was one of my favourite classes. It was just hard when you were as tired as I was. I was just lucky since I did the readings ahead of time, because I know my notes were total garbage today.

Professor Gorgens told me I did an awesome job this weekend as I left class, and I gave him a warm smile. The guy was a bit of an egotistical jerk sometimes, but he did care about his students and made an effort to keep up with how the athletes were doing.

The food hall was a little quieter today, as students were frantically studied for their first batch of tests or they were just getting sick of the food already, which does happen. I yawned as I grabbed a couple of the premade sandwiches and some of the less questionable fruits. I didn’t really feel like eating inside right now, so I lumbered outside.

I sat down under the big tree, taking small bites out of my sandwich as I read through my textbook for my next class. It was just about October, and while it was starting to cool down, it was still nice enough out to enjoy the weather.

It felt like I was starting to doze off when I heard someone say my name. I looked up groggily and saw Ally waving to me.

“Oh, hey, Ally,” I said. “How have you been?”

Her eyes flickered to the tree uneasily before looking back at me. “Oh, good! I just finished writing my first midterm and have another one tomorrow. So, just been a little busy. How about you?”

I shrugged. “Good. Busy with swimming and school, so the usual.”

I’m not sure what was going on with Ally, but she kept looking up at the branches with some obvious discomfort. I looked up as well, wondering if there was an animal or something, but I didn’t see anything out of the norm. I looked back to her, and when we made eye contact, she gave me a tight smile.

“Is there…is there something wrong?” I asked hesitantly.

Her smile tightened even more, and she shook her head. “Nope, nothing is wrong. Why would you think there’s something wrong?”

Uh, okay. That was weird. I frowned and said, “Well, because you’re all wound up about something.”

“Am I?”

“You seem to be.”

She made a popping sound with her mouth. “I see. Well…this is going to sound so strange, so don’t judge me please, but I don’t like the vibes from the tree.”

I stared at her blankly before nodding. “Yeah, okay. That makes sense.”

“It does?” She sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, totally.” I stood up, brushing my butt off and walking away from the tree. “According to the history of the school, this tree was planted on an old mass grave. It freaks a lot of people out because of that, but I always found it a nice spot to sit.”

Ally’s face paled as she took in the tree entirely. I don’t think I totally understood what was bothering her, but I gently pushed her away until the colour returned to her face. Whatever it was about the tree bothered her, and I was going to respect that.

“Does that bother you?” I asked as I continued to lead her away.

Ally gave a slow nod. “I…it just makes me uncomfortable, that’s all. I didn’t realize that there were so many buried skeletons at this school.” She tried to look over at it one last time, but I placed my hand on her face and directed her attention to me instead.

When our eyes connected, Ally made a strange face as her cheeks turned red. I know sometimes my stare can be pretty intense, according to the several people on the team who told me, so I dropped my hand and looked away slightly.

“Sorry, I just didn’t think you should be looking at the tree if it was freaking you out that much, you know?” I said with a grin.

“Oh, uh, yes!” Ally composed herself and nodded firmly. “Thank you for that. Sometimes I just get into my own head and it’s hard to get out of there.”

“Anxiety can be a bitch,” I said with sympathy.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” she said with a small chuckle.

I walked with Ally to her next class, just wanting to make sure everything was all good before I headed to mine. Some nice-looking guy with a small scar on his eyebrow was waiting for her when we got there, and I waved goodbye to her as I walked down the steps. Ally seemed more adjusted to the student life than last time I spoke to her, which was good. I was glad that she was making friends and finding herself a nice routine to fall into.

I was just about to dash to my class when I realized I left all my things under the tree when I made Ally leave. I ran over and gathered all my things quickly, sparing one last glace at the branches before leaving.

Maybe it was the trick of my eye, but it did kind of look like there was a shadow. I blinked and looked again, only to see the clear sky through the branches. Huh.

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Practice was an easy affair today. Coach Jacob liked to give us one easy day after a meet, something we all appreciated. Plus, he started the day off with great news.

“Gunner is allowed to compete again!” he announced before any of us got into the water.

Several people cheered and Kerry gave him a small peck on the cheek. Gunner looked embarrassed but determined. He apologized to all of us for his behaviour this summer and that he was going to make it up to us.

Jackie reached over and patted his shoulder. “Hey, it happens to the best of us, Gunner. My sister fell in with the wrong crowd and ended up needing rehab. The important thing is that you got clean.”

Gunner brushed away tears and gave her a hug, which caused a huge group hug. I was happy for him, really. Sure, he made a mistake. But you’re supposed to be allowed to learn from those mistakes and grow from them. He was lucky to have such a good support system, because not everyone did. Coach Jacob rubbed his head and told everyone to get into the water and to stop being so sappy. A few of us laughed as we broke up the hug and did as we were told.

It was about halfway through practice when Jackie hopped out of the pool to run to the bathroom. Normally Coach Jacob hated when we did that, but I think he was in a good mood today, so he let it slide. He read through the next set and we got to work.

It wasn’t until we were finished with the set that I noticed Jackie hadn’t returned. That was really strange. I think other people noticed too, because I saw some heads swiveling as they looked for her. Jackie’s lane partner Tammy said under her breath, “What’s taking her so long? Did her tampon get stuck or something?”

I said I’d go see what was going on and pushed myself out of the pool. I padded lightly into the locker room and called out her name, only to get no response. I felt my heart speed up a little, as I felt a pit of concern growing in my stomach.

I walked into where the bathrooms were and knocked on all the doors. Still nothing. Maybe she just had to race home for something? I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling, however. That wasn’t like Jackie at all. She always made sure to let people know where she was going, even if it was a sudden situation change.

My heart was pounding loudly in my ears now as I called out again and still got nothing in return. I shuddered as I walked towards the locker room, feeling a sudden chill. I shakily punched in the combination and opened the door to where our lockers were located.

I couldn’t help but shriek when I saw Jackie lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. She groaned as I grabbed a towel and shoved it against her stomach, where it looked like someone had cut her with something. She opened her eyes and tried to say something, but I shushed her.

“Jackie, sweetie, don’t say anything right now,” I said, trying to keep the panic from my voice. “You need to lie very still, okay?”

She gave the teeniest of nods as her eyes lost focus again. I heard someone running into the change room, most likely responding to the sound of my scream.

I move the door with my foot so the worst of the scene is hidden from view. “Don’t come in!” I shouted.

“Lyn, what’s going on?” That was Loryn.

“Jackie’s been hurt, she needs medical attention ASAP.”

I heard Loryn swear loudly. “Lyn, my phone is in there!”

“Use the phone on the deck or upstairs!” My voice cracked with fear as the blood seeped through the towel. I grabbed another one and applied pressure on the wound, praying that it would slow down or stop. Jackie was looking very pale, and her breathing was shallow.

I forced myself to look away for a second, knowing I was getting tunnel vision. The lockers were all open and the light overhead was out. There were huge gouges in the wall that looked like they were trying to spell something, but I was not in the right head space to even try and read it right now.

The door opened and Coach Jacob stood in the doorway, taking the scene in. He went very pale and had to lean against the wall to keep himself upright.

“I-is she…?”

I shook my head. “Breathing, alive for now. She needs to get to the hospital, now.”

He nodded shakily. “They’re on the way. Loryn…she called.”

Thank God for Loryn. She was good a keeping calm under pressure. I looked down at Jackie and breathed a little easier when I saw that this towel hadn’t soaked through. I have no idea who did this to her, but they couldn’t have gotten too far. I felt like crying so bad right now, but the tears just wouldn’t come out. It was like my body knew what it needed to do right now, and crying was not it.

I refused to leave Jackie’s side until the paramedic gently removed me from the scene to ask some questions. I answered them the best I could, but I honestly had no idea what happened. I thought it was a stab mark at first, but as I thought about it a little bit more, I couldn’t get the visual of claw marks out of my head.

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I sat on the hospital bed, my guts tied up into a nervous knot. I had to be brought in because I went into shock after I- well, after it. I checked my phone and paused when I saw that I missed a call from home. That was something unusual. Honestly? I didn’t feel like dealing with that right now, so I just swiped the notification off. If they couldn’t be bothered to leave a voice mail, then I can’t be bothered to call them back.

There was a knock at the door. I looked over as Loryn, Kerry, and Matt poked their heads in. I smiled weakly as they shuffled into the room. I took Loryn’s hand into my own as she sat down on my bed. Matt pulled over another chair and him and Kerry sat down next to the bed.

“Is…Jackie…?” I croaked, unable to get the words out.

Loryn nodded slightly. “Jackie is okay. She needed some serious stiches and won’t be able to compete for the rest of the season. Jacob and Robin are with her while they wait for her parents to arrive.”

I sighed in minor relief. “At least she’s okay. Um…did they find anyone?”

“They claim that they found a guy wielding a knife,” said Matt. “But Lyn, I’m not too sure about that. Why would some random guy attack a student in the locker room?”

That was my thought too. Also, I swear it was claw marks. They were straight across, not stabbed in. The thought of Jackie lying on the floor flashed in my mind and I had to squeeze my eyes shut as I waited out the wave of nausea. Loryn squeezed my hand as I struggled to control myself.

“Did they give you anything?” she asked quietly.

I shook my head slowly. “No, I refused.”

“Why’d you refuse?”

“I didn’t want to be drugged up if something happened to Jackie…”

There was a tense silence in the room. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else, so I directed my attention to the window. The ticking of the clock sounded incredibly loud as time passed by. The IV pump I was connected to chugged along as it pumped some fluids into my body. I could hear Kerry sniffling in her chair, unable to say the words she needed to hear. It was like my brain was shutting down, unable to process what had happened.

Poor Jackie didn’t deserve this. Not that anyone did, but Jackie was such a sweet person. She would give you the shirt off her back if you asked and would then give you even more. This was a random attack, but why? The why was bouncing around, giving me a headache.

I felt Loryn reach over and brush her thumb against my cheek. I looked at her confused as to why she did that, then I realized I was actually crying. I don’t cry often; it just wasn’t something I did. I began to tremble and completely lost it when the three of them gave me a tight hug.

I cried and cried until I couldn’t anymore.

#unnatural affairs #ua #lyn hart #ally holland #paranormal #gore mention #violence happens off screen #sports #lots of sports #mystery #ghosts #this chapter gets the plot moving #romance #Lyn is a little oblivious lol

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risingmoonyue · 4 years

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Batman/P5 Crossover

-Sometime before Akechi but after Futaba or Haru

-Damian is sent to Tokyo to check it out for whatever reason (maybe they had a fight, or he’s going stir crazy, or he’s just the only one they can send at the time and didn't bother with all that "you're not old enough" business)

-Dami is younger than Futaba by a year or three or four

-He is baby

-He is transferred to Shujin as a child prodigy where he also immediately joins the "outcast" community because of his attitude and intelligence

-Talia goes too, manages to cut off all his communications with the Batfam, and is planning to take him home in a month whether he likes it or not

-For whatever reason, Batfam doesn't realize this??? (Like, either she's faking reports or they're too busy (think fight or chaos in Gotham scenario maybe???))

-Anyways, obviously Dami doesn't want this

-Somehow the Phantom Thieves hear about the situation

-Maybe he was assigned to shadow Makoto for a while, and they managed to overhear a phone conversation either to Talia or Dami trying to get in touch with the Batfam and nothing really working

-And eventually they outright see him fighting with his mother with him at some point (either in person or over a phone call) mentioning that she already disowned him, he's happy with his Father's family, and that he will head her family business over his dead body—and oh would you look at that, you already managed that, care to try again Mother?

-The PT's are understandably alarmed

-And learn her name from Damian (from Makoto maybe or someone else he bonded a little with) (MORGANA) (THEY GAVE HIM MONA FOR A DAY AND NOW THEY KNOW EVERYTHING FROM HIS MANY PETS TO HIS LEAST TO MOST FAVORITE SIBLINGS STARTING FROM TIM TO DICK TO HIS FAVORITE FOODS TO EVERYONE IN HIS FAMILY’S NAMES TO HOW STUPID HE FINDS EVERYONE AND WHY THEY'RE STUPID TO HIS FAVORITE MUSIC TO WHY ANIMALS ARE SUPERIOR TO HUMANS AND MONA’S LIKE OMG TMI BUT LOVED IT THERE BECAUSE HE WAS PAMPERED LIKE NO TOMORROW GOT ONLY THE BEST FOOD AND THE BEST BEDS AND TOYS THAT HE GOT TO TAKE WITH HIM BACK TO LEBLANC AND NOW AKIRA AND SOJIRO ARE LIKE DUDE WHY AND MONA’S LIKE IM KEEPING HIM THIS HUMAN IS GOOD SORRY AKIRA YOU’RE DEMOTED)

-The palace is basically a fortress full of assasin ninjas and clones

-Dunno what her keywords are tho

-Or her what her palace actually is

-Help?????????

-Cognitive Bruce, Ra's, Damian, Dami clones, and Jason (maybe rest of batfam??? Idk)

-Long story short, the traps are so assassin-y that they need someone who knows the actual Talia because egads, this is the closest they have all come to actually dying

-And they didn't really want to do it and were just gonna power through

-But Dami manages to find out and get in and of course uses his background to help out whether they like it or not

(-he's slightly off put by Joker's name, but then decides to just solely call Gotham!Joker "The Clown")

-At some point they are captured by the Shadow Talia who is decked out in super fancy traditional Arab clothing and probably every conceivable hidden weapon known to man

-Talia says Damian won't and can't ever change from who he "is meant to be", referring to him as her Alexander and basically brutally addresses all of his insecurities concerning the batfam and people and society in general

-And all this is kinda killing him cause he still loves Talia despite the fact that she killed him and had a violent citywide custody battle with Batman but he also loves the batfam too even if he would absolutely never admit it (except to maybe Grayson)

-Joker does his emotional kick-start thing and/or Dami is like Makoto and just gets so mad he triggers it himself, but either way, lo and behold, Damian is now a persona user, usurping Futaba's place as the baby of the team

-The outfit is kinda inspired by his future adult league outfit with the top and bottom and gold jewelry, but has a raggedy cloak with dull gold edges, a Robin mask and gauntlets, and his main weapons are batarang-sword hybrids

---acknowledging his past and moving on with his present

-Persona: Aladdin, Tsun Zu, Ali Baba, somone else???? Need ideas plz help

-Probably the fastest member of the group

-His small body makes his hits not as strong, but hoo boy can that kid move around

-Hits a lot and dodges most

-Most of his Persona abilities are physical and have high crit and/or are status affects

-Downside is he has not a lot of SP (compared to the rest of the group)

-And he has pretty good HP

-Those good ol' “superior genetics” have to be good for something after all

-Anyways they escape to find the treasure another day

-And Dami is all smug because HA you definitely can't stop me now

-And the PTs are just resigned to keeping an eye on the extremely competent snotty assassin/vigilante child

-They do like him though so it's not too bad (comes with learning all his darkest secrets via his mother and thought processes that tends to accompany watching someone at their lowest get a persona)

(-They do manage to temper him a bit and help him adjust better to actual society too that's nice)

-As such, they also know about Batman and Robin and his whoooole family. Both sides.

-Damian decided not to tell batfam because he does agree with the whole "most adults suck" mentality that the Phantom Thieves have; despite his deep, deep respect for his father and mother and Grayson, they all do kinda suck

-And he’s rather not get pulled out as he surely would if he told them

(-On a side note, he likes Sojiro

-The man gives him coffee, curry, and leaves him mostly to his own devices

-Instant win)

-He is dubbed "Mockingbird" apon return to the metaverse because of his freaky talented vocal skills in mimicking anyone and everyone's voice

-Eventually, they beat Talia

-She doesn't publicly confess to all her sins unlike everyone else

-PTs don't realize it worked until Damian came into school with a genuine smile on his face, and more relaxed than he'd been since he got there

-PTs are confused until Damian's like, this works out because hey, don't want to have several people assassinated and draw the entire freaking league to Tokyo

(-Which was probably why Talia didn't)

-They agree

-But she does break down to tears in Dami's arms and promise to ACTUALLY TALK CIVILLY with Bruce to try and make up for everything and try to fix up the league

-He stays for the rest of p5

-But steers all his reports very much away from the Phantom Thieves

-If anything, he downplays absolutely everything, and makes it seem like it's nothing super big but he's gonna stay a while to keep and eye out because y'alls are busy and I like it here and I haven't gotten expelled so there

-The PTs like to add funny stuff on there just to see if they’ll notice

-Like, Akira likes to have Dami describe his day in excruciating detail. Like, recounting the entirety of his nine or so months to Sae during police interrogation, excruciating

-Mona is pushing for the shiny stuff

-Yusuke just likes to put in bursts of randomness (Dami once mentioned that an acquaintance made another acquaintance T-pose in a church for art lol)

-Ann loves to rant about food

-Haru is always insisting on about feelings

-Ryuji likes to complain about everything and puts in ridiculous requests

-Futaba is just putting in every gen-z thing ever

-Makoto is actually responsible and tries to get him to talk about his progress in school and his social life

-And Akechi is absolutely nowhere near any of this and doesn’t know it exists

-When they have the Tokyo/Japan-wide calling card, Batfam sees it too because let's face it, that's totally the sorta thing that they would keep an eye out for even if he didn't look at the news in the entirety of the time Dami was in Tokyo

-And they send a message to Damian (the first actual communication they've had since before Talia) saying "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON OVER THERE????"

-And with the entirety of the Phantom Thieves looking over his shoulder, Damian's just like "Chill dudes, everything's fiiiiiiiiiine"

-And they're like "UH WHAT PART OF THIS IS FINE????" because they've dug around a bit and found every news report, and oh hey, this isn't anywhere near as calm as Damian described and he’s being super OOC and what’s going on?!?!?!?!?!

-And Damian, being egged on by the most of the PTs, just sends a winky face

-Just

-😉

-And he's smug, because it's still chaos over there so they can't actually come get him and try to pull him out because he's being super ooc

-Which means he's free to do what he wants/needs in the meantime

-Cue the end of the game

-And Dami is going with them on their summer road trip and cackling because the batfam is scrambling to find him in Tokyo but lol nope he's in a van the Japanese government tried and fail to follow

-And he found all the trackers like, a year ago

-Every

-Single

-One

-They eventually track him down to Akira's house where they're calmly eating dinner (and they've been expecting this for the past week so Mona was keeping watch just so they could pull this off) and talking about how uneventful the school year was

-Cue mass confusion in the batfam

-As the PTs enjoy just confusing them so much

-By talking to Mona

-Talking normal then crazy then normal again

-And just generally being their normal selves lol

-They explain absolutely nothing beyond gushing about how much progress socially and academically he’s made (gotta embarrass the baby of the group somehow) and making sure that if Dami absolutely has to go home that he's able to stay in touch

(-Later, Damian forms his own hero persona outside of Batman and Robin)

(-He names it Mockingbird)

(-Batfam proceeds to have a brain aneurysm while the PTs dab their happy proud tears out of their eyes on their regularly scheduled tea time at the Wayne Manor)

(-Damian sends a private plane every week or two lol)

(Bonus: ARTTTTTTT)

(Psst if you guys have ideas for art, outfits, interactions or scenarios, let me know)

#my writing #my art #batman #persona 5 #p5 #persona #batman x p5 #damian wayne #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #p5 protagonist #ive been holding onto this one for a wHILE

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babywarg · 4 years

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Ironstrange Bingo Entry 24: No Powers (2 parts of 3 uploaded)

Title: A Second Opinion

Summary: People might think that Tony Stark, executive assistant to the powerful Pepper Potts, lived a high-flying life, full of friends and new experiences and complicated affairs.

But the truth was, Tony Stark’s life was simple.

It was all about himself, the person he loved, and the person who loved him.

Notes: This is a complete and total AU. Imagines Tony and Pepper’s backgrounds switched (Pepper as the privileged heiress to a major tech company; no idea about Pepper’s past, but imagines Tony as having a mostly clerical working background, living simply and staying grounded). Also imagines Stephen as a vet. And the three of them as roughly around the same age (mid and early 30s).

Inspired by a photoset of party heiress Pepper and his assistant, the meek glasses-wearing Tony...I can't seem to find anymore...but if anyone can find it, I'd be grateful!

For the Ironstrange 2019 bingo square "No Powers."

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Boring here. Hope the party you’re in isn’t.

Tony smiled. He always did, every time he received a text from Stephen.

Just waiting for the boss to drink too much, he typed in response. Hoping she won’t, but odds are slim to none.

He sighed as he sent the text, and cast a weary glance at his boss, who was seated at the other end of the room, with a few other tech executives who were invited to that upscale gathering.

Already, she was laughing too loudly, whiskey glass still in hand.

She was also getting a bit touchy. Tony frowned. Did she have to touch Elon’s arm like that? His joke wasn’t that funny.

If things go south, call me and I’ll pick you both up, all right?

Tony smiled again at this new text. But it was out of the question.

He’d come to the party with his boss, in a fancy stretch limo manned by a trusted driver. He needed to bring his boss back to her hotel room in the same limo, or tongues would wag.

Although it was nice, having a fallback.

Tony knew he was lucky he had someone looking out for him. Who made him smile.

But when he was at his job, like now, he stood alone, and felt it.

“You’re Potts’ boy, aren’t you?”

This question was from the guy who’d plopped himself down beside Tony. Tony hastily put away his phone upon being addressed.

He cleared his throat. “Executive secretary,” he meekly corrected. “Yes, sir. Tony Stark.” He extended his hand for shaking. But the man pretended not to notice.

“Don Tremayne,” he said acidly. “VP of Operations, Northclaw.”

Tony withdraw his hand, but strove to keep up his smile. Already he hated the guy, but he needed to keep up a pleasant front, for the company’s sake.

“Word on the vine is that she’ll favor Ostler over us in her planned merger.” Tremayne grunted. “See what happens when you let a girl handle Daddy’s money?”

Okay, Tony really hated this guy now. His polite smile faded, and he let it.

“She’s making a mistake,” Tremayne continued. Tony wondered if he was drunk. He probably was. Every other rich jerkwad in the place was. “You know that, right? As if she won’t have enough trouble with the rest of her board opposing her, Northclaw is going to have to partner up with LeBlanc and crush Potts Industries.”

Tony tilted his head slightly to the right. “That sounds like a threat, Mr. Tremayne.“

“Just pointing out the obvious, Mr. Stark!” Pretending to be friendly, without putting much effort into it. “Unlike Ostler, Northclaw has a solid presence in Southeast Asia. Anyone who partners with us stands to gain. And if a strong company like Potts signs up with us, the two of us will be unstoppable. I’m sure little miss Virginia knows this, but seems to be too intimidated by us to take action.”

“Yeah, here’s the thing.” You call her “little miss Virginia” again and I’m socking you in the jaw, I don’t care how rich you are. “Miss Potts knows all about Northclaw’s illegal dealings in South Africa, as well as your board of Directors’ highly publicized indiscretions. If she’s ignoring you, it’s not because she’s intimidated.”

Tony leaned back in the sofa chair, resting his elbow on top of the backrest. Normally, he despised this - affecting the same airs as the moneyed people he worked with - but it was sometimes part of the job.

And when Miss Potts’ honor was on the line, well...he was willing to let himself take pleasure in it. Even a little.

“You’re threatening us with LeBlanc?” he said sweetly to Tremayne, eyes narrowing. “Next year, we’ll be launching innovations that will render many competitors’ products irrelevant - Northclaw’s and LeBlanc’s included. If you’re considering them, you’d better partner up with them within the next year. Because if you’re not fast enough, we’re going to start rolling out, and they may be forced to close up shop. With you on their heels.”

Tremayne went white at the change of tone. Even whiter, when he finally absorbed what Tony was telling him.

Tony’s boss was pretty and popular - a darling of the press, moreso because of the many personal scandals she got embroiled in. Small-minded people like Don Tremayne tended to think of her as a brainless, attention-hungry party girl, spoiled silly by her father’s money and clueless as to how to run a multi-billion dollar tech company.

Always so satisfying to show them how wrong they were.

Somewhere nearby, there was a whoop. It was Tony’s boss.

She had stepped up onto a table and was daring another executive to prove her wrong on something she had said. Daring him so loudly and obnoxiously that she drew the entire room’s attention.

Tony had to get there, fast.

So he wrapped up his exchange with the speechless Tremayne.

“As Miss Potts herself would say: you don’t know who you’re dealing with.” He stood from the sofa chair, formally straightened his shirt. “Enjoy the party, Mr. Tremayne.”

The stunned look on Tremayne’s face was enough of a prize for Tony, as he pocketed his win and strode across the room toward his inebriated boss.

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Shumako Week, Day Two: Rumour Has It

@shumakoweek Day Two: Power Couple

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Summary: When word gets about Makoto and Ren’s relationship, the Student Council President earns a surprising reputation.

A/N: My first foray into the Persona 5 fandom! I’ve been wanting to contribute something for awhile now and when I saw that Shumako week was coming up, I jumped at the chance.

Took a bit of inspiration from the P5 Manga Anthology for this one. There's a chapter where one of the student council members sees Makoto reading a weapons catalogue in the library and freaks out, thinking being friends with Ren/Ann/Ryuji has turned her into a delinquent.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

"Did you hear? Apparently Niijima-senpai and that transfer student are dating."

"Huh? F- for real? How do you know?"

"I heard from Takao-senpai they've been spending time together in the Red Light District."

"What? But why would the Council President want to date that punk criminal?"

"He must be blackmailing her or something. There's no other way."

"I dunno. Have you noticed that lately, Niijima-senpai seems kind of... scary?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, she's always been strict. But nowadays, if she gets pissed off, she gets this crazy, murderous glare in her eyes. I swear, I never noticed how intense they are before."

"No way. Y-you mean, she's been influenced?"

"I guess. She'd have to be kind of a badass to be able to keep a criminal like that in line."

The rumours of her and Ren had spread through Shujin like wildfire.

While Makoto was familiar with the gossip shared among students, it had been some time since she'd been part of the conversation.

She could feel their eyes lingering as she walked through the grounds. An uncomfortable weight, bearing upon her spine. Whenever she glanced over her shoulder, they would slip away, hidden among the crowd.

She was worried, initially, that maybe they’d been found out.

That their circle of friends, past victims of Kamoshida and Kaneshiro, would have stood out as suspicious. After all, it had been relatively easy for her to confirm her suspicions back when she’d first investigated the group. If their connection to Yusuke was uncovered, it would only incriminate them further.

But, from what she'd heard from Ann and Ryuji, there had rumours about her before. Talk of her playing teacher's pet to Principal Kobayakawa or overlooking Kamoshida's abuse.

They'd never stood out to her, though. Perhaps she'd never cared to pay attention.

These days, with their time spent regularly scouring palaces, Makoto, was more in tune to her surroundings, having to be prepared for the moment a shadow might strike them by surprise. Suddenly, she was conscious of even the slightest whisper of her name carrying from a stranger's lips. The lowered voices, and subtle glances should have been easy to ignore. Yet, as the rumours continued to spread, they bled together, building into an overwhelming cacophony.

"I heard that she's part of a biker gang."

"One of the council members said that they saw knuckle dusters in her bag."

"They were at the Red Light District- She got into a fight with some Host."

Makoto sighed, it seemed she was earning herself something of a reputation.

She'd like to think her time in the Metaverse, awakening to Johanna, had changed her. She was more confident, carrying herself with a sense of purpose and belonging she hadn't realised was lacking before.

And as much as Makoto wanted to pass these rumours of as exaggeration; that this change in her was all the students were noticing; she knew there was a thread of truth to each of them.

She had been keeping a catalogue from Untouchables on her, wanting to take of the customisable weapons Iwai-san offered. There was a chance it had slipped out doing one of her Council meetings. She'd also been studying up on Motorcycle handbooks, hoping to one day get a real licence. That likely had sparked the biker gang rumour.

Still, upon learning that the rumours weren't as dangerous as she'd initially feared, Makoto decided it would best to leave them be. She had more important matters to focus on, after all.

Making her way across the second floor, Makoto noticed the Newspaper Club's member lingering outside one of the classrooms. Remembering that she had some business with her, Makoto approached.

"Excuse me?"

"Eh? Niijima-senpai?!" She said as she turned, eyes bulging and face ashen.

"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you might be able to submit expenditure report for the Newspaper Club to me today?"

The girl wilted beneath her, like a weed shriveling in the sunlight.

"O- of course, Niijima-senpai. I can- I can fetch it right now!"

Before Makoto had a chance to reassure her that wasn't necessary, she had turned and practically sprinted off in the opposite direction.

Under normal circumstances, Makoto would have reprimanded her for running in the halls. Instead, she could only watch, expression wrinkled in confusion.

"Well, you certainly seem popular." A voice teased, a figure stepping out from Classroom 2-E.

"Ren?"

His gaze shifted down the hall, just catching the retreating form of the Newspaper Club member.

"You know, for someone interested in Journalism, you'd think she'd actually take the time to try and fact check some of these rumours." He smirked.

"I would have thought that after everything with Kamoshida this kind of gossip would die down." Makoto sighed, fingers kneading against her temple.

“How did you ever get anything done with this constantly following you around?"

Ren shrugged, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. "You get used to it."

"Not me. There's no way I'll be able to focus in the library today. Not with all that chatter."

Ren's eyes softened, the subtle curve of his lips lighting up his features.

"Need a study partner? We could always use Leblanc."

The offer awoke a flood of tempting memories for Makoto. Thoughts of perfectly brewed coffee and pop quizzes in the attic, braced against a warm, familiar chest. Lips peppering her with soft kisses for every question she answered correctly. The ever-present, unspoken promise of studying more outside of what was in their textbooks.

Thought it best to study at home, where she could devote work with all her attention. Lately her mind tended to wander, often questioning the purpose of her education. The cafe, and a certain barista, offered a far more welcome distraction.

Her eyes closed, a contented smile gracing her lips.

"I'd like that."

"It's a date, then."

No sooner had the words left his throat, then the Newspaper Club President came running back towards them, stack of papers in hand. Her head was bowed as she held them out, eyes never quite meeting Makoto's.

"Here you go, Niijima-senpai! I'm sorry for taking so long!"

"O- oh. No, that's... fine, really." Makoto assured, taking them. "Thank you."

On the plus side, it seemed she wouldn’t have to spend as much time chasing up club members. Ren watched with a knowing glint in his eye, as if reading that she had found enjoyment in her new reputation. She could feel the heat working its way through her cheeks.

"Anyway,” Makoto cleared her throat. “I'll just drop these off and we can go."

"Sure, lead the way." Ren said, slipping his arm around her waist.

The gesture came naturally and was one that Makoto had grown intimately familiar with. Perhaps too much so, as she leaned reflexively into him, moulding to the warmth and shape of his body.

That they were in school and not the private alcove of Leblanc’s attic; were such affection was normally reserved; drifted momentarily from her mind, as they moved through the halls.

It wasn’t until they stopped before the Student Council Room that she realised, his touch suddenly searing through her like a blast of Zio.

"Ren, what are you doing?" Makoto exclaimed, pushing him away. Her eyes darted frantically across the hall.

"What?" Ren asked, feigning innocence. "I mean, it's already out in the open. There's much not much point in trying to hide anymore."

"S- still, I-."

Her voice broke into a soft, strangled cry as Ren slipped back into her line of sight, with a swiftness and grace she'd normally attribute to Joker. His face lingered inches away from her own, grey eyes piercing and voice a low rumble.

"I've been waiting all day for this." He uttered, his hand snaking around the back of her neck and pulling her lips against his own.

Makoto was overcome by the urge to push him away. Yet she found her thoughts dissipating under the soft pressure of his kiss. Her hands instead bunching in the lapels of his blazer, shifting upward to tousle his hair.

She had been waiting too.

In their private moments together, she had been steadily growing bolder and more comfortable in expressing her feelings. This seemed to be the next, logical step.

While she felt self-conscious about the gathering crowd of gawking students, the knowledge that their relationship was out in the open brought her some semblance of relief. The realisation that they would no longer have to worry, or constantly be on guard, wary of where they were. Instead, simply being able to surrender to one another without a care.

That was, until…

"It was true after all!"

"Do you see that! Miss President is blushing!"

Pulling away from Ren, Makoto turned towards the offending voices, levelling them with a menacing glare; one normally only reserved for unfortunate shadows.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, shit!"

#persona 5 #p5 #shumako #shumakoweek #shumako week day 2 #fanfiction #ren amamiya #amamiya ren #makoto niijima #niijima makoto #akira kurusu #kurusu akira #really wanted to get this up #haven't had a chance to beta #sorry if there are any glaring errors

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Celebrities when they were younger, how their past photos inspire.

Yes, this is Calvin Harris!

Isn’t it true that sometimes we look at celebrities as though they have always been “glamorous,” [yes, “Fergalicious” did help me remember how to spell that, I love that song]…

The entertainment industry shows the beauty, the glistening, the star-studded hotties wearing the biggest name brands like Prada, Calvin Klein, Versace or House of Drew.

In fact, that’s the goal, Hollywood talent tend to maintain the image they hope to inspire others with, luckily, it doesn’t take away from being human and that includes making mistakes.

These photos are some of your favorite celebrities when they were younger. Ryan Seacrest, for example, truly had my jaw hit the floor.

It’s nice to be like, “man, we would have been friends in middle school and high school.”

Further, we all had those “awkward phases,” growing up and many can relate.

The truth is, the majority of your favorite celebrities were bullied, they felt hopeless too at times.

Strength, that’s the word that brought them to where they are at this moment.

Youth is a process of growing and learning. Music videos, songs, lyrics, acting, it all comes with a past that influenced it, that’s why they say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

It’s safe to say that many people want to leave the world better than you found it, Mac Miller, [and my heart still hurts] for example, was constantly worried about the legacy he would leave behind…

But that worry, was all for nothing because he left behind art, a story, a struggle and one that constantly inspires people to make better choices.

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Trials can make our emotions rise but they also help you in a positive way.

“When you feel sad, it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world. Everyone has those days when you doubt yourself, and when you feel like everything you do sucks, but then there’s those days when you feel like Superman. It’s just the balance of the world. I just write to feel better.”

-Malcolm James McCormick

Honestly, it’s one of the best quotes Positive Celebrity has remembered from watching Mac Miller’s past interviews.

It’s a quote that really hit emotions due to the fact that we have all said: “everything sucks right now.”

When you look through photos of celebrities when they were younger, it’s almost as though you connect on another level.

To be specific, maybe you looked completely different when you were younger.

Unfortunately, sometimes kids can be mean and maybe you were bullied.

Taking a look at celebrities when they were younger gives you a little perspective into who they were before Hollywood shined its lights on them and allowed them to follow their dreams.

Not only their dreams in music or acting… But being able to further help charity, or bullied LGBTQ youth.

Pride 2019: Daya was not afraid to open up about her sexuality!

The list goes on and on, so when you look at a picture, think of it the way Susan Sontag explains in her quote.

“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”

― Susan Sontag

“A picture is worth a thousand words,” refers to any complex idea and how it conveys meaning, purpose, and essence more effectively than a description does.

With this in mind, maybe looking at where our favorite celebrities started is what we need for that extra kick in the butt to never doubt or settle for less than you deserve.

To end, we want to invite you to take a look at your favorite celebrities when they were younger. Most importantly, remember who they are now as well, you’ll see more than growth, it’s like looking into their soul.

Except, it’s yearbook photos and stuff, haha!

Blessed be and enjoy!

Beyonce

Britney Spears

Calvin Harris

Clint Eastwood

David Guetta

EMINEM

Jennifer Aniston

Justin Bieber

Kim Kardashian

Krewella

Lady Gaga

Leonardo DiCaprio

Mac Miller

Madonna

Martin Garrix

Matt LeBlanc

Ryan Seacrest

Selena Gomez

Shia LeBeouf

Skrillex

Taylor Lautnor

Taylor Swift

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All I need is you

Written for the Pegoryu Server’s Secret Santa

Happy holidays, Twyla!!

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Christmas has never been the easiest time of year, and it wasn't always the happiest. But this year, Akira and Ryuji would make sure the holiday they spent together was important, that it meant something.

It was the first time in years that either of them truly had felt happy, like they belonged. And they knew in that moment, it would last forever.

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The warm aroma of Leblanc was a welcoming contrast to the bitter winter chill outside, voices from the television filled the air between the chatter and hissing simmer of the stove.

Akira hummed as he worked, watching chocolate melt into the milk, small bubbles of heat mindlessly stirred away. It had been a while since he’d made hot chocolate, even longer since he’d had it to share with someone.

Absentmindedly, he couldn’t help but wonder if things could be different this year...he had friends he’d bought presents for- would they all sit on Christmas day, and unwrap them together? Maybe there would be a real Christmas dinner- the table would be full and busy, rowdy voices crowding over one another, passing plates and laughing...it was nice to imagine, to daydream about…

So distracted by his thoughts, Akira almost missed the arms wrapping around his waist. The chin resting on his shoulder brought him back to attention.

“You alright? You stopped stirrin’.” He could all but hear the frown that would undoubtedly be resting on Ryuji’s face, watching him carefully.

Akira rediverted his gaze from when it had been hazily fixated on the counter, to the pot, and instantly resumed the gentle stirs, the bubbles threatening to boil over, instantly popping with each turn of the spoon.

“Just thinking.” Akira responded lightly, tilting his head slightly so it could knock against Ryuji’s, not letting his gaze stray from the near-boiling pot.

Briefly Ryuji tightened his grip, before relaxing more into Akira, his chest firmly against Akira’s back, “S’long as you’re okay, you’d tell me if you weren’t up to it, right?”

Akira felt a slight flutter in his chest as he smiled, briefly removing his attention from the simmering pot to glance at Ryuji, who’d raised his head at the movement. Leaning forward, one hand cupping Ryuji’s chin, Akira placed a light kiss on his cheek.

“Of course, besides you know I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world.” He shook his head, going back to tending to the hot chocolate, a small victorious smirk on his lips when he noticed the slight blush to Ryuji’s face.

The moment was ruined by a gagging sound, Futaba looking up from her laptop.

“No wonder Sojiro went shopping, you two are so sappy . Bleh, I should’ve gone with him.” Neither of the boys could help the laughter bubbling in their chest as Futaba’s face twists.

“But then you would’ve had to go out in the Christmas rush. Busy crowds and loud voices….” Akira shot her a smug and knowing look as the younger girl groaned.

“Whatever,” Turning her attention back to her screen, she threw one final warning their way. “And didn’t Sojiro say no ‘getting handsy’ behind the counter? Shift it, Ryuji.”

“Wha- dude! We weren’t doing anything!” Ryuji spluttered, his hands remaining cuddled around Akira, unmoved.

“You were doing enough.” The hacker grumbled, only matched by the low snark of Akira’s own voice.

“Says the girl who’s read every weird porny doujin on the internet.” He didn’t even make an attempt to look up, instead smiling in satisfaction as the rate the pot boiled seemed to increase, “Finally.”

Turning off the stove, he almost missed the hand that removed itself from his waist, honing in on a nearby jar.

He couldn’t move fast enough, too preoccupied with turning off the hob, the hand had already caught its hapless victim, making a hasty retreat to Ryuji’s own person.

“Hey! The marshmallows are for the hot chocolate- not snacking!” Akira gaped, attempting to make a grab for them, just as Ryuji threw the sweet treat into his mouth, cheeks bulging, looking something akin to a smug chipmunk. It was hard to try be mad at him, Akira tried to fight down a smile.

“-oo wate.” The words were muffled slightly by the marshmallows, but that only made the situation more amusing. Grinning, Akira shook his head.

“So that’s the real reason you gave me a hug, you just wanted marshmallows!”

Akira wasn’t sure it was possible to gape with your mouth full of marshmallows without losing any, but Ryuji was doing his best attempt, before hastily closing his mouth, a mischievous smile taking over his expression.

“I’m ‘appy ‘oo shar.” He leaned closer, eyes wide in mock-seduction, and Akira finally couldn’t control his amusement, shaking his laughter as the sight.

“No! Ryuji that’s disgusting .” Playfully, he pushed the blond away, reaching for matching mugs.

He didn’t get a reply until Ryuji had finally swallowed his marshmallows, mischief still clear on his face, “Your loss.”

Carefully pouring the hot drink into mugs, Akira only smirked in response, “Oh I’m sure it is, maybe you can as Sojiro next time?”

As Ryuji spluttered helplessly, Akira had to momentarily put the pot down, too busy laughing to care for their drinks at that moment in time.

“Wha- I- NO! No! That’s just….No!” Ryuji turned away for a moment, shaking his head, as he walked to the island, taking a seat opposite Akira. As Akira began to recover, picking the pot back up, Ryuji grinned, leaning forward slightly.

“Besides, the only one I wanna be sharing half-chewed marshmallows with is you!”

Akira snorted, “Romantic.”

“Plenty more where that came from.” Again, he leaned forward and pinched a marshmallow, Akira gaped at him.

“Stop that! Or you’ll get no marshmallows on the hot chocolate.” He teased, putting the pot aside, the mugs full.

“See, now that’s not very Christmassy of you.”

They laughed as Akira stacked the marshmallows high, pouring them generously over each cup, careful to keep them away from Ryuji’s reach- something he didn’t fail to notice.

“Hey! What, you don’t trust me around marshmallows anymore?”

Akira didn’t so much as pause for contemplation, smirking as he slipped the mugs onto the table, “Too right I don’t, marshmallow thief.”

Walking around the counter, Akira untied the apron absentmindedly, hanging it up beside Sojiro’s, eyes not straying from his own mug, and the sweet treat piled on top.

“Words hurt, man.”

Akira slipped into the seat next to Ryuji, pulling his own mug closer to him, “Hush and eat your marshmallows.” The heat of the hot chocolate made the marshmallows all the more enjoyable, sticky and with the faint aftertaste of chocolate, Akira fought the urge to reach for the marshmallow jar and add more to his own drink.

The faint chime of Leblanc’s door interrupted all thoughts of doing that, as Sojiro entered, plastic bags in one hand. He raised an eyebrow at their mugs.

“That’s a lot of marshmallows.” Was all he offered, letting the door swing shut behind him as he made his way to the counter.

“More marshmallows, more festive.” Argued Akira, taking a small sip from his drink as he watched Sojiro fight down an amused smile.

“Sure, not at all an excuse to intake more sugar, hm?” Wisely, he didn’t receive a response to that question, instead left to put the shopping items away, “What time’re you two leaving anyway? Don’t wanna miss the ceremony.”

“We have an hour, we’ll make it with time to spare.” Akira shrugged, neither of the pair concerned about missing it. Of course, if that was because they’d each studied the times religiously the days prior, than neither was to know.

“Good, you can go be flirty elsewhere.” Futaba looked over her laptop screen, sticking her tongue out at the pair of them.

“You’re just upset you don’t have a hot chocolate.” Ryuji smirked, taking a long sip from his mug in smug satisfaction.

An effect which was utterly ruined by a marshmallow that had stuck to his nose.

As Ryuji scrunched up his face and pulled it off (immediately throwing it in his mouth) the cafe floor was filled with the sound of laughter, loud and spirited, and Ryuji couldn’t even find it in himself to pout- too busy joining in.

Akira felt warm as he joined in alongside everyone else, his stomach aching from laughing so much..

Yeah, maybe this could be a perfect Christmas afterall.

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Half an hour later had found Ryuji and Akira sprinting out of Leblanc, coats wrapped thick around them, in a mad dash for the train station. Too distracted by the activity within the cafe, neither had noticed they were 10 minutes behind schedule, which had lead to them nearly missing the train.

As it happened, they just managed to catch one as the doors were closed- but it ended up being a busy compartment. For the duration of their (thankfully short) journey they stood crammed up against one another, catching their breaths whilst trying not to be too irksome to the other train-goers. By the time they had arrived in Inokashira Park, they were too busy joking together about their near-miss to care. And when they realised they hadn’t missed the ceremony of the lights, then that was all the more relieving.

“We made it.” Sighed Ryuji, intertwining his hands with Akira as they walked, thin layer of snow crunching underfoot.

Tall trees framed their view, long since left bare from the leaf-fall of autumn, frost decorating the branch ends. Carefully hanging between trees, not clearly visible at first glance, were unlit lights, winding around branches and connecting tree to tree- Akira felt his heart flutter in anticipation.

“It looks amazing already.” Akira couldn’t help but gape, from the frosted tips of the snow, to the children giggling by the lake in the distance, he squeezed Ryuji’s hand.

“Aren’t you from you countryside? This must be nothing by comparison….” Ryuji’s voice trailed off at the end, gaze averted slightly.

Thing was, in terms of aesthetic- Ryuji had a point. This was only a small picture of what surrounded Akira back in his hometown, where frosted greenery and oddly beautiful bare trees stretched for miles, seen everywhere in sight. Where he always walked through such scenery just walking home from school.

But it was by no means as beautiful. As heartwarming.

The walk home everyday in the snow, when all he had to keep him company was the steady crunch of snow under his feet, the faint sound of friends and family laughing as they pelted snowballs at eachother, before retiring home for some hot chocolate. He remembered how excited people at school got for the switching of the lights in the main town, their voices being blocked out by Akira’s own thoughts, the reminder he wouldn’t be going yet again, for it was better to miss the ceremony than to go alone.

Standing by Ryuji’s side, waiting for the lights to turn on in this overcrowded city, the populated park, Akira could think of nowhere else he’d rather be. Nobody else he’d rather stand by.

“This is so much better.” Akira promised, his breath hardly above a whisper, briefly bumping his hip against Ryuji’s.

Around them, voices began to yell, spirited and boisterous. Families huddled close, couples linking hands, everyone joining in on the countdown.

Sharing a wide smile, Akira and Ryuji’s voiced joined the masses, eyes up at the hanging branches, the lights threaded between them, their hands unlocked, moving instead to hug one another’s side, grip tight.

“EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX-”

Distinctly, the sound of clapping could be heard in accompaniment, others raising their hands in the air in celebration. Ryuji hardly noticed any of it, too lost in his own reminisce.

“FIVE, FOUR-”

His Ma loved old Christmas traditions, every year without fail she’s always tried to bring as much festivity to their small apartment as possible. Even when his Dad was around, Ryuji’s Ma tried every year to not let it spoil Christmas.

She loved the ceremony of turning on the Christmas lights, she’d never gone to one herself- but their own ceremony of turning the Christmas Tree’s lights on had always been enough for them, their moment.

Her face had lit up when Ryuji told her where he was taking Akira today, unable to be any more happy for her son and his boyfriend.

“THREE, TWO, ONE !”

Vibrant white lights shone through the trees, bright and dazzling against the darkening sky. The view stretched for what felt like miles, trees interconnected by overhanging glimmers, lighting paths that normally became too dark by nightfall- it was as if the trees had their own starts. Ryuji felt a panging in his chest at the sight.

He remembered last year, the sweeping chill that never should have touched him from inside his bedroom, but the panging of loneliness he’d always thought he had become used to left him exposed. There wasn’t even his Ma to stay with him, not even on Christmas day, they needed the money and the opportunity for Christmas pay way too great to ignore- even if it left Ryuji relatively bed-bound for the duration of the day, leg entrapped in a cast- still painful and throbbing, a remaining scar.

All day, he’d sat at his bed and watched through the window. The children of neighbouring apartments ran out in the snow, their parents following. There was snowball fights that lasted hours, full of laughter and love, all of them running and playing without any other concern in the world.

No worries about their futures, or their safety. No need to concern about the welfare of their parents, nor about how lonely and pointless school was now. Ryuji had envied them so much. He’d watched the falling snow, the happy family, with so much longing it hurt .

Staring out over the hanging lights, with a comforting warmth by his side, Ryuji couldn’t believe how much had changed since then.

Sure, his leg was still effed, it probably would be forever, but oddly enough- it didn’t irk him as much as it used to.

Not when he had so many people by his side, ready to catch him when he stumbled. Not when he had someone who helped him forget the pain was even there.

Shujin was no longer so dark and cold, a prison for his misery and home for his insecurity. Now it was filled with fond memories, endless lunches spent laughing on the rooftops, messing around in the Student Council Room. The warmth that spread in his chest as he remembered training sessions and study dates, time just for themselves. Just him and Akira.

Ever since that fateful day in April, things had changed for the better, and it was all because of him.

Ryuji’s eyes strayed from the lights, landing on his boyfriend beside him.

The illuminance reflected in those deep grey eyes, so wide with wonder and childish amazement, it had been months since Ryuji saw Akira smile so wide, look so free and unaffected by the stain of the world around them, by all he’s been though. There were small flecks of white in his hair, causing a stark contrast against the charcoal mess of hair.

It had started to snow, and Ryuji hasn’t even noticed, too distracted by his thoughts, by Akira.

Akira, who never strayed from his side, who’d supported him through everything. Through the nightmares, and the leg pains- he’d been the only one in Shujin to really see past the rumours, the judgements.

Akira, who’d been his constant, who Ryuji could see by his side from every Christmas onwards. Memories of sitting alone by the windowsill, listening to the laughter of other families are just a distant past compared to what he has now, and what he hoped to have, forever.

His smile was just as wide as Akira’s, as their gazes met, and Ryuji couldn’t help but pull Akira in for a kiss, uncaring of the rest of the world- the laughter and joy around them, the light falling of snow, everything in that moment was framed perfectly, just for them.

Akira wrapped his arms around Ryuji’s neck, pulling him closer, and in that moment they both knew that neither of them could imagine a Christmas any different, spent with anyone else.

Only them, forever.

#writing #persona 5 #p5 #HAPPY CHRISTMAS !!!#pegoryu #akiryu #my fics

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olivier--fontaine · 5 years

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ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Olivier Fontaine

Nickname: Fontaine

Birthday: March 22nd (ENTJ Zodiac)

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: South Kensington, London, UK

Places Lived Since: Paris, France

Current Residence: Earl’s Court, Kensington & Chelsea, London, UK

Nationality: British

Parents: Paul Fontaine (deceased) & Adele Fontaine (née Charpentier)

Grandparents: Louis Fontaine & Ines Fontaine (née Travers) (deceased); Arthur Charpentier & Emma Charpentier (née LeBlanc) (deceased)

Aunts & Uncles: Jeanne Charpentier

Number of Siblings: One - Thomas Fontaine

Relationship With Family: It was once good, but that was a long time ago. He learned a lot from his father, and maybe one day would’ve even learned how to make an honest living, but after his father passed things changed. He was always protective of his family, but the mother he once relied on for so much he now felt had to rely on him. It may have been viewed as a burden by others, but for Olivier, it was his duty. It was his parents who were so dedicated to their trades and their family that taught him one can choose their own duty, but once they do, they stick to it. He is still close with his mother and overjoyed to now have the chance to see her in person whenever he has the free time. There was a once a time when Olivier and Thomas could rarely be found away from each other, unless Olivier was out running an errand for his new bosses or Thomas had a big exam he wanted to study for in complete silence. Even in those instances, Olivier would bring Thomas along if it was a simple, safe task just to keep an eye on him and would work on “brain food” snacks and dishes with his mother for when Thomas took a break. Now, Olivier both fears and awaits seeing his brother around any turn. He’s not sure how to interact with the young man he once lived to provide a better life for. It sets him on edge just to think about what Thomas’s life is like now, and it’s the one thing that puts him in a terrible mood for an interminable amount of time.

Happiest Memory: Thomas’s fifth birthday when the whole family gathered in the kitchen to work on a dozen sloppy but delicious cupcakes together. Their father was deliberate and intricate with his work, their mother was a natural baker and chose only the brightest frosting colors for hers, and Thomas and Olivier just sort of threw things around and slapped as much frosting on as they could before devouring the cupcakes.

Childhood Trauma: Paul’s death was very, very difficult for Olivier. At some point he always knew that, being the older son, he may have to step up one day to take over his father’s shop, provide funds and food for his mother, and protect their home and family. The day just came well over a decade before Olivier was expecting. The pain he felt was only magnified by the pain he saw written everyday on his mother’s and brother’s faces. It was some years before Olivier actually had the maturity, mindfulness, and time to really deal with what happened to him and in his life after his father’s heart attack because he was always so concerned about the rest of his family over himself.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6′3″

Weight: 220 lbs

Build: Tall and naturally muscular, made even bulkier by regular exercise and diet

Hair Color: Dark blond to light brown

Usual Hair Style: Short, neat, and gelled slightly when it gets a little too out of hand

Eye Color: Blue

Glasses? Contacts?: N/A, he received Lasik eye surgery when he began training to be a bodyguard so he would not be impaired or have to rely on contacts that could fall out.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Clean cut, always. If his father could come home from a day in a mechanic’s shop with clean clothes, clean shoes, and even clean hands, he could come home at the end of his day with a still clean, still crisp outfit, too. His clothes are always functional but never at the risk of being unstylish. Before moving to Paris, he didn’t care about much more than just looking neat and put together. After years in Paris, however, he appreciates a chic suit. He gets most of his clothes tailored to fit perfectly and have extra pockets added for various weapons and first-aid items. His shoes are specially made so he feels just as comfortable running in his loafers as he does in his training sneakers. Even off the clock, if such a thing exists for a man in his position, he likes solid, flattering colors, matching his belts to his shoes, and hasn’t worn a pair of jeans in years. The only type of clothing he doesn’t care too much about is athletic wear, because he tends to wear down t-shirts, shorts, and sneakers too quickly to be too fussy. That’s the only exception, though. All his outerwear is neutral colored (tan or black, usually) but just as perfectly tailored as his suit jackets and pants. If he has the time and energy, he’ll even iron his pajamas before bed sometimes, especially in the winter.

Typical Style of Shoes: Leather oxfords, loafers, or boots while working depending on the weather, but his “casual” attire still consists of a couple pairs of loafers and some nice, solid colored sneakers.

Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: A fleur de lis on the inside of his left ring finger.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: He rubs his hands together a lot, almost as if he’s trying to warm them up or get something off, but it’s just a habit and he does it at random.

Athleticism: Olivier has always been naturally athletic, but he had many issues when he was younger with listening to his coaches or other teammates. Individual sports proved to be best, and contact sports were ruled out entirely by his parents by the time he was eight.

Health Problems/Illnesses: None, he keeps very healthy.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: Completed a high school level degree, and received further tutoring and “schooling” with the French to gain more knowledge in required areas.

Languages Spoken: English (fluent, native), French (fluent since youth), Arabic (approaching fluency)

Level of Self-Esteem: Fairly high, as Olivier has never really had a self-esteem issue. There are things from his past he’s not proud of, but he prefers not to dwell on the things from his past that cause him shame and only focus on what he can do in the future to handle the situations differently.

Gifts/Talents: Learns physical skills easily (fighting, sports, mechanics, etc), decent and admirable cooking skills, and very good, perceptive hearing abilities.

Mathematical?: Math was a class that Olivier tended to do better in until he reached his teen years and discovered it only got increasingly more complicated in ways he ceased to understand, so he ceased to care.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: When it comes to day to day things and work-related situations, he usually goes with logical decisions. For the most part, at this point in his life, he can remain level-headed in tense, emotionally charged situations. Twenty years ago, even ten years, it was a different story and emotions could tend to overpower the logic - especially when the emotion was telling him to fight. He’s learned his lessons, been dealt his punishments, and knows now how to force down his own fist to take a smarter, more practical route for the most part. The “most part” doesn’t include Thomas, though, and never will. Emotions will always take over when it comes to his brother, for better or worse.

Life Philosophy: “Keep at it until it kills you, then come back for more.”

Religious Stance: Olivier doesn’t adhere to any one particular religion but is actually very interested in philosophical teachings, especially Eastern philosophy, and has slowly developed into a very spiritual person. His beliefs come from a myriad of ideologies that he’s sort of knitted together to form his own approach to life and religion. He believes in incarnation and the impact decisions in one life can have on another and he believes in that some variation of yin and yang exists within every person, between every person, and in all the spaces in between so everything eventually balances out (though there will always be periods of time when there’s imbalances because there are so many facets to human nature). He also believes that it’s important for everyone to look inward but have a way to project themselves outward. For him, the outward projection is punching something or shooting a gun. For others, it’s planting flowers. Things that go in - traumatic experiences, joyful moments - have to come back out somehow. He also believes that objects can be more than just things and hold substantial meaning for individual people, groups as a whole, or the entire universe. He believes the same in symbols, like the fleur de lis. It’s been some time since Olivier has read any new philosophical, spiritual, or religious readings, but he does try to take time every morning and night to practice mindfulness as he’s found that’s the most efficient way to keep his own body, mind, and fighting spirit in balance in a way that makes him a better man for his job and his organization. He believes that those moments of mindfulness can help make up for spontaneous decisions that may backfire or prepare him to make better impulsive decisions in the future.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Anything to do with Thomas and his mother.

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist.

Extrovert or Introvert?: Extroverted.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Helena Bernard - his very first girlfriend. The two dated for about a year when they were sixteen/seventeen years old. They had many firsts together - first time having sex, getting blackout drunk, smoking cigarettes and pot, and some others that Olivier remembers fondly. Helena was an exciting, adventurous girl who seemed larger than life to a teenage Olivier and as he’s heard about her progress over the years knows she only grew more remarkable. No part of him believes they were destined to be together forever, but he does think, in hindsight, that they were destined for each other at the time. Helena was wise beyond her years and never pushed Olivier to speak about his father’s death or other things that were troubling him - though hindsight has also shown him that may have been because the focus in the relationship tended to be on Helena. She was just so magnificent in every way, how could she not want to talk more about herself than him? He somewhat understand the self-absorption. The two broke up amicably and it wasn’t long before Olivier departed for France, but he frequently received updates from his mother (who’d always adored Helena) about what the girl was up to until Noor came along.

Noor Desmarais - long-term girlfriend and former fiancée. Olivier first met Noor when she was in university and used to frequently go to the restaurant below where Olivier lived. She normally went with a group of friends after a seminar they had on Friday’s, and they tended to get there right around when Olivier would be returning home to make his own dinner or get ready to meet some other members of the organization. Noor was always friendly and outgoing, and there were numerous times when the group of students tried to invite Olivier, who was about the same age as them, to join them at least for a drink. Noor was usually the one who spoke for the group that otherwise had a rotating makeup, so she was the one Olivier spoke to the most. Though he always denied to join the group for dinner, after a few conversations with Noor, he was enamored and asked her out to dinner. The two technically were never exclusive and never referred to the other by any label, but neither dated or even found themselves interested in anyone else for the year that they spent dating. Olivier was never upset since he knew they couldn’t get too obviously serious considering Noor’s plans for her future - Peace Corps, then graduate school, then whatever else life threw at her that allowed her to help people. She’d had an impressive resume for academics and extracurriculars since she was a child (all of which Olivier heard quite a bit about) and it was no surprise to anyone when Noor was accepted into the Peace Corps. She left for her full 27 month commitment to help with community and economic development, and on good terms with Olivier who’s only ever wanted the best for the people he loved. Occasionally they sent letters back and forth, but neither were held back by the other’s absence and each had their flings while they pursued their career goals. When Noor came back, she started working for a non-profit and immediately went back to school for a Masters of Law degree. She and Olivier reconnected and had a lot to catch up on, but it was almost as if they’d never been apart. For a while they did stick to saying they were just casually dating, but Noor and Olivier were both more settled on what their future held - Olivier continuing to progress as a bodyguard (which Noor thought he did for a legal, professional company due to Olivier’s discrete way of talking about it) and Noor would pursue her Masters in Law, take an entrance exam to a CRFPA, complete the courses necessary for her CAPA, and try to find an apprenticeship somewhere in Paris. She did it all, everything she wanted, and Olivier was alongside her the whole time as he continued his progression through the organization. At Noor’s insistence, once they started living together, they split everything evenly even if he could afford significantly more (he of course fibbed a little about the cost of utilities and groceries and bore most of the financial weight wherever he could get away with it) and she refused to accept any gift more than €20. Olivier’s mother adored Noor before she even met the girl, and Olivier became very close with Noor’s parents over the years. When they were thirty-one, after Noor was settled in for a few months at a human rights law firm in the city, Olivier went to Noor’s family to ask them all - mother, father, and sisters - if they’d welcome him into their family properly as their son-in-law and brother-in-law. They were ecstatic, and Noor’s reaction, even if it was no surprise, is one of Olivier’s happiest memories to date. The engagement ring was simple, as Noor would have it no other way, and they wanted to keep the wedding small. Despite being a smaller wedding, there was still a lot to plan and they both were so busy that it took over a year to finalize some important aspects. They didn’t care, they were in no rush. They both worked long hours, but they thought they’d be in Paris forever and that they’d have plenty of time and when the time came years later that they wanted a family - they’d adopt, of course, it was something they both felt similarly about - they’d adjust their schedules however necessary. They were both loyal employees, though for remarkably different companies, even if Noor was still blissfully in the dark about that one major aspect of Olivier’s life. He was picky about who she met and it was understood by many close to him in the organization why he was so picky considering her profession, but she met many other bodyguards Olivier was familiar with and she willingly believed they all worked for the same professional company. Maybe she figured it out over the years that he worked with some unsavory characters, was aligned with people she’d never have the stomach to befriend, but Olivier was happy and came home in one piece so she didn’t always ask too many questions if she thought she was getting into potentially dark territory. Maybe one day they would’ve addressed it more fully, but an opportunity was on the horizon for both just months before their wedding date - Olivier was to be assigned to a St. Clair and Noor was offered a position in Vienna with the United Nations. It was a long and heartbreaking discussion, but Noor gave back the ring and Olivier returned all the books she’d bought him. Olivier moved out but paid the remainder of the rent at their old place until Noor was set to go to Vienna. At the very least, working for Delphine and moving to London has taken up enough of his time and energy that sometimes it’s hard to miss the woman he woke up next to almost everyday for eleven years.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: All Olivier ever wanted to do was provide for his family and keep them safe. It’s still a goal because it’s the kind of goal that continues forever, especially now that his family has extended to the entirety of the French organization. A newly acquired goal is to get his brother on the straight and narrow, but that still folds into the goal to keep his family safe and make their lives better.

Dreams: To learn to sail and spend summers on the ocean. To spend an entire day meditating. To have a son who sees his father in the same bright light that Olivier viewed Louis both before and after his death.

Greatest Fears: Materially, being dirt poor and having a gun at point blank range to his face. Abstractly, he fears his mother’s disappointment if she ever discovers more about where his income comes from.

Most Ashamed Of: Leaving his family behind in London. Realistically, there’s no way he could’ve afforded at the time to move them out to Paris, and his mother would never leave her classroom in London, but he still always felt he should bring them with him. By the time he could afford it, his mother was even more entrenched in their old community and wouldn’t dream of it.

Secret Hobbies: Cooking and baking, which was something he used to do with his mother when he was supposed to be spending more time on homework while his brother actually studied and his father was still at work.

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): To be discussed later...

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: A little bit of both, he doesn’t require much sleep

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light sleeper

Favorite Animal: Wolves

Favorite Foods: Extremely difficult to pinpoint, but French and Basque cuisines are his favorite

Least Favorite Food: Anything with imitation seafood

Favorite Book: The Way of Zen by Alan Watts

Least Favorite Book: Any and all Shakespeare plays

Favorite Movie: “Raiders of the Lost Ark”

Least Favorite Movie: “The Room”

Favorite Song: “Je Suis Seule Ce Soir” by Léo Marjane

Favorite Sport: Rugby, soccer

Coffee or Tea?: Coffee in the morning, tea after 4pm

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Smooth peanut butter, but crunchy if a recipe calls for it

Type of Car He Drives: Whatever he’s told to drive by his bosses

Lefty or Righty?: Righty

Favorite Color: Blue

Cusser?: Not usually, though he was when he was younger

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Doesn’t smoke or use drugs, and normally doesn’t drink aside from maybe a glass or two on a longer night off

Biggest Regret: Not convincing Thomas to move out of London when he was old enough for university. It doesn’t matter if it was a move to Paris or somewhere else in Europe or even over in the states, he just should’ve gotten him out of London sooner.

Pets: No, though he and Noor used to feed a stray cat that wandered near their home on a daily basis.

#headcanon #about #i wrote a novel about his ex girlfriend so added a read more oops

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thecorpulentbeagle · 6 years

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P5 Shipping Round Robin: Day 13

The title for the story is a reference to Project Runway, when models would walk up and down the runway to convince designers to choose/stay with them. I realize it might be a little confusing since it’s also a baseball term, but hopefully, the plot would clear this up anyway!

Here is the fanfiction.net link.

Please enjoy this next part of the P5 Shipping Round Robin Challenge!

P5 Shipping Round Robin Challenge:

Walk Off:

Ann x Goro

-Ann-

“You know, I must say that I don’t quite understand the fascination of runway walks.”

Ann tilted her head to her right, looking up at the person who had spoken.

Goro had been standing off to one side, deep in thought about something or other. Ann had turned on the television to watch the latest episode in her favorite model show. She’d been looking forward to it for the past week, and everyone in the Phantom Thieves knew not to make light of her obsession.

They also knew not to interrupt her when she was watching it. So, even though she was currently in Akira’s room watching his television, the rest of the Phantom Thieves decided that they would hang out in Leblanc until the hour-long episode was over.

That is, except for the newest member.

Goro clearly had not understood the cues that everyone else had been giving off. Or he was simply curious as to what Ann would be doing. Either way, he was here now, and while he had watched the majority of the show in silence, he must not have been able to hold in his comments any longer.

“It’s pretty straightforward, isn’t it?” Ann answered quickly, moving her head to face the television again so that she wouldn’t miss a moment.

“I assume you mean that the concept of runway walking is straightforward, which is not what I meant.” Ann felt a shift in the couch beside her and realized that Goro had sat down next to her. “I meant why are you so fascinated in the subject?”

Ann sighed. She wanted to give their newest member some slack, but she really didn’t feel like having an in-depth conversation with him right now. “The others did tell you that I model part time, right?” She huffed, somewhat impatient with the boy.

“They did.”

“So then I’m studying my craft. Don’t you do the same with your detective work?” Ann asked, still watching the television screen.

“I do.”

“So then, what’s the confusion?”

“When I study a detective mystery, I don’t know instantly who the perpetrator is. I take clues from character backgrounds, actions, and so forth, and then deduce the guilty party at the end.”

Ann wasn’t completely paying attention, but even if she had been, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t understand his train of thought. “Okay?”

“My point is, I know exactly who will win this competition, and it has nothing to do with this walk off.”

At this, Ann started. She turned her gaze back to the detective, observing his smirk with incredulity. “H-how the hell would you know that? You’ve seen like, 40 minutes of a single episode. There’s no way you know!”

Goro chuckled. “Well then. Let’s test that theory. Who do you think will win at this point, Ann?”

Ann glanced back at the screen and saw that the show had gone to commercial. She could afford to talk with him a little longer. “Well… probably Naomi. Her walk was definitely the best. She was basically flawless.” She went on for a minute about the different aspects of her walk, knowing that she tried to emulate some of those herself.

Goro nodded as he listened. Once she finished, he took his turn. “You clearly know a fair amount about the subject. However, you are forgetting one key aspect.”

Ann blinked. “And that is?”

“The fact that it is a television show. It is a competition. And how do the producers make sure that their audience continues to watch? Drama.” Ann said nothing, so he continued. “You are correct that Naomi has the best walk by far out of all the models. But her personality is somewhat… bland. She’s likeable, but that’s about it. Whereas another girl… Seiko I believe… she is much more flamboyant and eccentric. She does not walk as well, true… but why else would she still be here? Based on the small number of models, this is late in the season, yet, she is still here despite her mediocre walking.”

Ann thought. “Huh. So you’re saying it’s more of a personality contest than actual skill?”

Goro nodded. “Essentially. I’m not sure if the show was always like this. Your obsession suggests that it has been on for multiple years. At first, maybe it was truly based on skill. But as the years went on and more people began watching, they wanted to ensure that this fanbase would grow. Most people don’t appreciate the true skill that these models display like you do. They want to see drama, to be able to laugh at others’ petty problems and forget about their own for a while.”

“Well I – ” Ann was about to retort when she realized that the show was back on. “Huh. Let’s see how right you are!”

The two turned their attention towards the screen. The judges would critique each model, and then would send them backstage one by one. Eventually, the two girls that Goro and Ann had mentioned were the only two left on the runway, and they awaited the results with baited breath.

Then, Seiko was declared the winner of the challenge.

Ann gasped. There was no way! That girl had no skill. “I can’t believe it! Naomi can walk circles around that girl and she loses to her?”

Goro laughed. “It appears that I was correct after all.”

Irritated but still impressed, Ann picked up the remote and turned the television off.

The detective seemed surprised by her action. “Ann? There’s still a few minutes left –”

“That’s it, Akechi! We’re having a walk-off, right here, right now!”

The boy’s face paled. “W-what? But Ann, I have no practice in model walking.”

Ann smirked. “Too bad. We’re gonna have a model walk whether you like it or not. It’s only fair since you ruined one of my favorite shows by stripping it down to a cynical formula.”

The model stood up and grabbed Goro by his arm, pulling him up as well. He attempted to pull away, but Ann wouldn’t let him. She dragged him over to the back of the room.

“Alright, Smarty-Pants. Let’s see how well you can walk since you know everything there is to know about it.” She crossed her arms, giggling at the incredulous look he gave her.

“Ann! I already said that I understand the producers’ crass reasoning on how to appeal to as many casual viewers as possible. I don’t know the first thing about the actual performance!”

“Ah ah ah. Less talking, more walking. Go on.” She gestured towards the far wall. “Start over there and then do your best model walk. I’m sure you’d like constructive criticism, since you dish it so easily.” When Goro said nothing, Ann leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Plus, it’ll help with your television appearances if you can walk in a way that drives the girls and boys wild.”

She smiled at the blush that appeared on the boy’s face. Still silent, Goro nodded and walked over to the opposing wall. Ann was tickled by the fact she could tease him all she wanted, but still be able to help him along the way.

Goro stood facing the other wall, most likely preparing himself for his walk. Ann could see him reaching up to his neck, and she was assuming he was straightening his tie.

A moment later, the detective turned around and began to sashay towards the other girl, and it was all she could do to keep from laughing. He really didn’t understand any of the basics of model walking. True, he was good at copying what he saw on the show, but there was one distinct problem with that.

He reached the other side and stopped, his blush from before growing on his face. “W-well? Was that… satisfactory?”

Ann couldn’t help it. She giggled. “Pfft. Not quite, Akechi. You know that female models and male models have different ways of walking, right?”

Goro looked genuinely surprised. “Do they?”

Ann nodded. “Of course! It has to do with the body types. See, girls have that hourglass shape, so they look better swaying a bit as they walk. They can move their hips more, and their balance is typically better, so they can step more eloquently.” She gestured towards the detective. “Boys on the other hand, tend to be stockier and have more of a powerful walk, so they focus more on walking straight and letting their shoulders do most of the moving.”

Goro nodded. “I see. So my walk was too… feminine?”

Ann nodded. “I mean, did it feel comfortable to you?”

The boy shook his head. “Not at all. But I figured that I was just uncomfortable with the whole process.”

The two stood there for a few moments, neither one saying anything. Before too long, Goro cleared his throat. “So… are you going to be walking now?”

“Nope!”

Goro blinked in surprise. “No? But, Ann, I thought we were having a walk off?”

Ann shook her head. “Nah. I just wanted to pay you back for how smug you were being before. And I knew the only way to get you to do something that out of your comfort zone would be too make it a competition.”

He shook his head. “I see. Just as I learned model walking from you, you learned how to manipulate others’ thoughts and feelings to motivate their behaviors from my discussion.”

“Yep!” The model walked up to Goro so that she was right next to him. Then, she leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, which caused him to gasp in surprise. “Plus, you’re really cute when you’re flustered.” She winked at him.

“I-I –”

“Anyway! Time to let the others know that we’re done up here.” Ann pat his cheek gently and walked away, heading down the stairs. Before she went too far, she turned to see Goro gently touching the spot where her lips had been. His face resembled the color of her Panther outfit, and she was amused to see how easily he was affected by subtle flirtations. “Now do you see why people love models and their walk offs?” She laughed when he nodded his head.

Here we go! This was interesting to write, since I was able to voice some of my frustrations with competitions like these. The first few seasons are all about the actual talent, but then once they become popular, it’s all about which personality people would like to watch. Sometimes I’m proven wrong, though!

For anyone who was curious, the names for the models are references to a horror game called Corpse Party, which I enjoy. If you dislike the character deaths in Persona, then you will never want to play this game (in fact, one of these characters dies, but I won’t say which one)! See you tomorrow!

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